Shadow & Sage
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Last published Sat, Aug 31, 2019
❝ The shadows stopped moving. Her tattoo throbbed painfully. The fire shifted closer to her. ❞
❝ The door handle broke off with a snap. ❞
SHORT STORY - Sep '17 + Nov '17 + Jan '18
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