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Still, some days I missed the warmth of my hearth in the coldest winters. I missed the creeping of vines as they pried apart my masonry. I missed the feeling of halls. Ah, those sweeping halls and crimson curtains.


Finally They found a body in the rubble. Everyone knew who it was. A dozen costumed teens and a dozen firefighters saw Annalise Grisholme. She ran back into…


The following is a short stand alone blurb that will find it’s place in the story. As of right now, it is cross listed as part of the…