Autumn came to visit as she does this day each year. Peddling her Equinox, breath thick with pumpkin beer. “My dear! So nice to see you.” Voice raspy from leaf smoke. “I’ve got new merch for you this year,” and opened her blood-orange cloak. “First up, the same old candy corn. Smells better than it… Continue reading Autumn Calling
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