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Nativity by Frances Silversmith [fantasy]

Nativity by Frances Silversmith [fantasy]

Nativity by Frances Silversmith “Meow.” Kris ignored the cat and continued to stare at her cup of Wassail. A tear dropped into the drink. Her divorce had gone through yesterday. After two years of separation, it shouldn’t hurt so much anymore, should it? “MEOW!” This time, Kris did look up. “What…?” :Come on, let’s go out to the stable.: She flinched, startled, and looked around for the source of…

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Were by Frances Silversmith [fantasy]

Were by Frances Silversmith [fantasy]

Were by Frances Silversmith He wakes up shivering, lying naked on an animal hide spread on the snow-covered ground. His groping hands find another uncured pelt. He wraps himself in it, despite the thing’s stink. Huddled up, careful not to expose his bare feet to the snow, he tries to think. Where am I? What is happening to me? The dark forest around him answers neither question. The full moon…

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