Here There Be Wytches
She walked until she came to a clearing. It was small, maybe fifteen feet in diameter, more like a pause in the undergrowth than a true clearing. But it was […]
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Peacetime
Since the war, he does not go to the baths. He cannot bear to be near other men, naked toads squatting in drifting steam. He does not like to see […]
The Pool
The new house had a pool. On sunny days it sparkled like an uncut blue diamond, meeting the blazing eye of the sun glare for glare. On overcast days it […]
