Monthly Archives: July 2017

The House of the Seventh Minuet VIII

“Magic?” I asked him.  “That’s just the stuff of fairy tales and fantasy novels.” He looked disappointed by my reply.  “You could not possibly be here, young lady, if you did not believe somewhere in your heart that magic was … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet VII

I walked the length of the rug, taking my time so that I could look over the art that adorned the walls.  Some of them were portraits, some were scenes of ancient battles.  A few were distant and whimsical landscapes.  … Continue reading

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The House of the Seventh Minuet VI

The doors opened to a small vestibule; it hardly held more than a line of hooks along one wall.  A single cloak hung on one of the hooks, dusty, as though it had hung there for a long time without … Continue reading

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