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Isaiah It was twenty after ten when Hurricane Davie finally blew into the practice room, flustered, disheveled and, inexplicably, carrying a picnic basket. “Do we need chairs for the circle?”…
Davie I had six and a half hours on Friday between when Meditation class ended at ten-thirty and Magickal Healing began at five o’clock. I spent most of that time…
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Isaiah The Library was practically empty after breakfast on Sunday morning, despite the ball being almost twelve hours away. I hated to admit it, but Davie’s idea was a good…