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A Late Night Visitor

The small breeze blows against the chimes that hang in front of the door to the magic shoppette. It’s small stained glass windows make it hard to see inside, but the glow of candles and the smell of spirit warding incense smoke were very…

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You're not well.

"Frankie!" Bartholomew called, stepping past the splintered remains of his friends door. The chipping white pant practically clawed away from its surface, the knob nowhere to be seen and the small window at its top bashed in and smeared with…

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Therapy Session #48

"I watched her die in my arms, and there was nothing I could do for her." The raspy voice belonging to Valerie spoke quietly as she twiddled her thumbs around. One of the many nightmares that haunted the female warrior was a memory that she…

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