Category: Magic
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The Gold at the End of the Rainbow
The truth—if one insists on it—is that the rainbow is not a place, but a threshold.
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Lucky Leprechaun
“Well then, my little traveller,” she said softly, “let’s see what sort of luck you’ve brought with you.”
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A New Year’s Walk
“People think bells are for calling,” Sylvia said. “But the old ones? They’re for returning.”
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The Carol of the Glass Bird
An elderly man stood behind the counter — or perhaps not a man; his features were fine, too pale, and his eyes too bright for the dusk.
