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The Last by Alexander Preis

The Last by Alexander Preis The quill scratched against the parchment, the iron gall ink leaving its impressions in flowing text. With little more than a shaft of moonlight and the rapidly approaching dawn...

The Circus by Andrew Older

The Circus by Andrew Older Storm clouds were beginning to materialize as Harry and the others pulled into the driveway. Johnson looked up and squinted – to him, the confluence of clouds seemed artificial,...