"All written notes must be recovered and recorded." Ordered by Capt. Varga, Political Officer

Chapter 15

They were standing by one of the stalls, when there was a voice beside her.

“Excuse me, young lady, but you’re Willow Rose, aren’t you?”

She turned to see a man who looked all the world like a teacher, with a younger wife and a baby in a stroller.

“Yes, I am, sir. You look like a teacher, but not one that I ever had when I was at school here.”

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Chapter 18 — The Hook

Posting this a few days later than intended - what with getting Community Witch ready for publication, it's been a hell of a month!

My plan is to post the last 3 chapters every other Tuesday after this, and then I'll be posting chapters of a new project. :)

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The week that followed was one of the toughest he'd faced in many years.

Chapter Two: The Man Who Died

David had never considered himself anything beyond ordinary. At twenty-one, he was tall and lanky, with a physique that leaned more toward fragility than strength. His dark, tousled hair seemed perpetually unruly, offering a rebellious contrast to his careful nature, while his glasses, ever so slightly too big for his face, frequently slipped down his nose, needing constant adjustment.