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Golden Threads
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Ongoing, First published Dec 27, 2023
Mature
Mallory Emerson was a soft spoken person. Younger twin to her hot tempered brother, Michael Emerson, she's long been the calm to his storm.

Divorce is messy, and Mallory finds herself helping her mother load up the car along with her brothers to head to Santa Carla. Indeed they must go there, her "knowing" says they must for her mothers sake.

But shadows hang over Santa Carla, and Mallory doesn't know if her family will survive the storm that's brewing in one piece. Will she continue to be the calm to her brother's storm? Or will these mysterious bikers manage to convince her to let loose and live for herself?

"Threads of blue will meet threads of gold,
A life on the end begins the journey,
Follow the star, and do not hesitate,
Threads of blue may join the threads of gold,
Or threads of blue may cut golden threads short,
Follow the blood, and choose an eternal moon.
Follow morals, and choose the predictable.
Fear not the Lost Boys, and you'll be safe.
Fear not Peter Pan, and the ice may be thin,
The Neverland calls. Youth answers.
What will your choice be?"
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