The Witches of West Haven

My descent feels like falling down the rabbit hole. Out of the icy city night I tumble, awkward and uninitiated, into a low-ceilinged room carpeted in pale green and decked everywhere with bright cloth flowers. Even the richest colors in the room seem to have acquired the sea-glass tint of the floor, the delicate traces […]


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