Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
Free Fiction Monday: The Light in Whale Cove
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Sheriff Dan Retsler finally believes in magic. His experiences in Whale 
Rock make magic impossible to ignore. But Retsler never signed up for 
magic, so he ...
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