from a dream, years ago
Jennifer’s voice was steady as she began to force-feed the feathers to the occultist: “I want. The magic. To work.”
“We all do,” I whispered.
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bevedog is a newsletter/blog by Steve Lawson, mostly aimed at people I already know. But anyone is welcome to read it!