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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?”…
This is another of my older stories I decided was worth giving an update and polish and re-introducing to the world. The last one, Better Not Tell You Now, I…
Cotton Mather. That hateful preacher had been the reason for half the recent trouble over in Salem, even while he’d kept himself here in Boston most of the time. And…
Davie I stood back and took in my handiwork. “I don’t think Thomas is gonna be able to handle you.” Sofia smiled and rolled her eyes. “It’s good?” “It’s good.”…