In the darkest grove of a forest where no light ever shines, the air is always chill, even in August, and no path of root or rock or footfall is ever straight, there is a winding tree. They call it a winding tree, those that say they’ve seen it, because it’s turned like the twist …
Ten Barber is a basket of disasters. He falls asleep at inconvenient times, mostly whenever he’s comfortable, but has insomnia that keeps him awake during all the appropriate hours of slumber. He speaks word salad gibberish when he’s *not* nervous, and is barely audible when he is. Worst of all, he continually sees things that …
(collaborative Haunt piece) Charon could see the dark lady speaking to him, but he couldn’t hear what she said. She stayed ahorse. The pale one again. This time the lady was trimmed in silver on the edge of a deep maroon cloak. It was enough that she was there… and that he was. In the …
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