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Fences and Full Moons

They’d accepted that Leo was a werewolf. Invested in the thick steel chains, silver jewelry, and poured cement kennel. His father, Clark, watched fifty-seven YouTube videos from other parents discussing building techniques, how to sink footings deep, wrap fencing beneath the structure, wire a solar array on the kennel’s roof to generate electricity. He wanted […]

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Waiting for Beauty

He wakes before dawn to prepare her breakfast. The spoons and pot-handles are clumsy in his curving claws, but the servants all left long ago, and so he has learned to make do. The breakfast is not what he would wish it to be; getting supplies is difficult these days. He found two eggs in […]

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The Last Day of the Faith

On the morning of the last day of the faith, you bring me a bowl of fresh milk and a flower from your garden. Its petals are pristine, even though you had to carry it all the way up to the temple in the pocket of your apron. Every step is a battle now, despite […]

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Psalms

The deer, who is not really a deer, flees. Her heart beats frantic against the prison of her ribs. White froth rises in her mouth to choke her. She dares not slow, though, nor stop to rest. Else the man who loves her will find her again, and there are worse things he can cause […]

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Small Magics

Hers are small, hidden magics. Subtle. Deniable. Here and now, she is Elda, a weaver, her shuttle carving magic across the warp and back again, weaving protection into the cloth. She sets her loom outside her cottage, shaded from the summer sun. The scent of flowers is heavy in the air. When she looks up, […]

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The Liar’s Sun

Vadis reaches for the ray of light stabbing through the single hole left in the shutters, but her mother grabs her, drags her away from the beam. “Why, mama?” whines Vadis. “I want to see the sun.” Her mother holds her, squishing her with work-hardened arms. Mother’s arms have gotten thinner since father went away, […]

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August

Elise goes into the woods behind her house and falls over her dead grandmother. Well, not quite. Elise sneaks into the woods behind her house and trips into the loamy concave of a grave the forest has sucked back beneath her skin. The crude headstone tells Elise that Mary Ann is buried here. No: the […]

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One Black Feather

James saw the feather Monday morning, after Lyla had gone to work. Just one black feather, long as his pinky finger, lying half-crushed on the pink sheet on her side of the bed. It took a few minutes for his brain to catch up with his eyes, and then he looked again and really saw […]

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Secret Keepers

That night, I bring home buckets of rocks plucked from the shore and spread them across the driftwood table in our dining room. “Earth bones,” I say, when Jo, my partner, asks what they are. “Secret keepers.” I remember reading to her from a book about local history when we first moved to this part […]

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I Am NOT Little Red Riding Hood

That woodcutter is such a damn liar. The way he told it, he busted into the house, found us gobbled up by a wolf, split the creature open, and out popped Granny and me. No. No. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Wolves can get big, but they don’t unhinge their jaws and […]

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