When Misfits Collide

When Misfits Collide

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What happens when a long forgotten grey witch who escaped death is thought to be a serial witch killer? Grand General Morrigan Trutelle is discovered after 80 years of peace by a group of magical-crime-fighting-ex-military men. Each battling their own issues, find out they weren't the good guys afterall. Meanwhile a heartbroken witch is planning to take down the world to rejoin her lost love. During her quest to join her love eternally, she gathers some unwanted attention. Time is running out for our beloved General Trutelle and whether or not she continues to live her happy life in her small town is based on whether or not she is found. - No one likes a snitch but something didn't feel right. Will the betrayal of a trusted one ruin everything for Morrigan?
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There are no rules here. No laws. No one to tell you what's right or wrong-because right and wrong don't mean much anymore. In this world, the dead don't stay dead. Time doesn't move the way it should. One second stretches forever, and the next disappears before you can breathe. The world feels... paused. Broken. Caught between what once was and what refuses to end. It's beautiful, in a terrifying kind of way. Endless skies. Cities half-swallowed by fog. Echoes of laughter that don't belong to anyone alive. And somewhere in the middle of it all-Maeve. She walks through the stillness like she belongs there, even though she doesn't. Her steps are quiet, steady, like she's listening to something the rest of the world can't hear. There's a sadness in her, yes-but also calm, like she's already seen everything there is to see. Maeve didn't choose to come here. She was taken. Dropped into a new community that feels more like a cage than a home. But she doesn't fight it-not at first. She watches. Learns. The shadows whisper secrets, and she listens. Something about this place is wrong. She can feel it. The people act strange. The air hums with hidden energy, like the world itself is holding its breath. And Maeve can't help but wonder- if death isn't the end here... then what is?

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