Shahezah the witch raised her hooked staff high, high above into the sky, unlatched the hasp of a cloud and, with an …
“Good grief, witches,” said the old professor as he descended the old wooden stairs to the basement. The four harridans seated around …
The Mountain Climber’s Beginning Let me tell you a story. Just three nights ago I was in a public bar, in …
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