abruptly by revulsion. “Now, does that sound like a family that gives gifts to people?”

Tess had to admit it was an ominous sounding family motto and definitely not one that acts of charity aligned with.

“The line wasn’t long at all,” Jenna said, exiting the café. She took a bite of her cinnamon roll, which was surprisingly bland smelling, despite the pungent scent coming from the shop.

They crossed the street and passed through a set of gates into Witches Memorial Park.

The entrance to the park was a small stoned area with a wall of worn brass plaques for the victims of the Arkham Witchcraft Trials. Titus looked around, taking everything in. He took a partial step backwards, brushing against Tess. Electricity shot through her skin. The sensation wasn’t unp...

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