They built the cone carefully. Everyone knew things like that had to be just so. “Will they come?” Nelly fretted, slim fingers worrying the edge of her tunic. “Sure thing,” Dahlia’s nod was as resolute as her voice. “We did it exactly. And it is the right time.” Nelly nibbled on a lip. Aunt … Continue reading In The Dell
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