To Bargain with the Fae
Trystan’s cold fingers clutched the surprisingly intricate compass, fiddling nervously with it in his pocket. It dug into his hands and would later leave a mark. Trystan cast a furtive glance around the dark,...
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Facade
The girl walked up to the small stone cottage. It was small and pretty, picturesque. Yet, as she approached it there was a buzzing in the back of her mind like a swarm of...