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www.castofwonders.org
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| | | | | The Main Office is as spartan as the the rest of the campus. Three plain gray metal folding chairs arranged in front of Headmistress Dinali's equally plain and... | |
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www.castofwonders.org
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| | | | | I fish a black dress from the back of my closet, all bunched up and wrinkled after its long exile. I get out the ironing board and try to iron it without... | |
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| | | | | Ink, and Breath, and Spring by Frances Rowat The wheelbarrow thumped a jolt into Palwick's arms with every third step as he led Mattish back to where he'd found the corpse, out in the northern reaches of the garden. The trees waved dimly at them under the grey sky, and the thin morning light crept [...] | |
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www.jjournal.org
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| | | "What are you looking at?" asks one of the girls. "Nothing," he says. "Nothing." | ||
