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It wasn’t that they didn’t miss their stepdad. He was fun, taking all four children to the zoo, the pool, or out for ice-cream right before he brought them home for dinner on Sunday nights. When they made a mess of his house, his maid picked it all up. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
The mage rocked backward, surprised. Bethany was pregnant, and if he wasn’t mistaken, with twins!
That was fast. Continue reading
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The mage gently fed Joseph’s memories back to him, like one endless day in purgatory: the more Joseph remembered, the greater the pain. Both felt it. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
Joseph fell back, hands empty of the mallet and chisel used to strike the brass plaque from the sewer wall. The older man before him mirrored his seated pose, flickering between dark and nothing, until he settled to something between the two. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
That final set of runes he’d carved over the plaque was a long shot, at best. He’d pleased the three weird sisters — their pause their tell – but his freedom would not go unpunished. But what was he now? Continue reading
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