11:32 am On a Tuesday Clockhaven, NB “Goose-tahv seven-dicks.” Junie squinted at the paper she was holding. “That can’t be right. Is that right? Am…
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“I do believe, Miss Juniper, that the wind has shifted and our immolation is imminent.” “Tsk. Such a pity. And to think—I just acquired this…
The Count awoke in the wee hours of the morning, still dark outside, the evening before’s many many cocktails having finally caught up with him.…
