Pentacles
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Last published Mon, Mar 2, 2015
This is the story of Brighid Adaire, a young Wiccan witch, and her mother Cliona Adaire. These two had hoped that times had changed; that people had come to accept the Wiccan ways of witchcraft.... They were sadly mistaken. They are uprooted from their small town in Georgia and forced to run in fear across the country. How will this small family fare on their journey? Will there be anyone to assist them? Or will there be enemies coming from every dark corner?...
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