Tag: Volume 002.1: 2025
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The Widdershin
If he thought of himself at all, he thought Widdershin, for that was the last time he’d had flesh and blood and bones, when he was whirling counterclockwise from clouds to earth.
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Then There Was
She turned to see the man frozen in time, bottle knocked back with the glass on his lips, patrons halted mid-conversation, their jaws slack, the bartender’s pour frozen mid-air, the mescal like solid sap splashing in a glass.
The Kismet Magazine 