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The Sorceress

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading

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Holy Night

It began, innocently, with the allure of velvet-dark and musky incense, then it became something else, or she did, a girl with a ribbed dream-life, in which she and God found each other, spread severely thin upon the wetted meshes … Continue reading

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