ritating and unsettling.With my index finger, I pinched under the nail of that middle finger and muttered a ghost-calming incantation. I couldn't even bring myself to use a binding spell on him.A blac..."This old geezer kept us here until dark, there's definitely a trap," my brother whispered in my ear.I nodded and, with my brother, left the yard.The old man said that we could drink well water becaus...
Do we meet again? Or part ways?