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Reflections
It was square, with no partitions or bracings. The window hovered ahead without the help of a wall, and a dim light spilled through the glass, a dusty bone-white glow that fell off the bottom of the window like a waterfall at the edge of the world. I had expected the light to stretch on…
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The Vagabond
For as long as Deidre could remember, she had always been cursed with the talent of wandering. Perhaps she first noticed it at the age of four, when she opened her bedroom door in the middle of the night and, instead of finding herself in the upstairs hallway of her childhood home, she found herself…
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Sisters of the Shadows 