A Curse Upon Thee 3-11B

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There was a lot that an officer of the law had to deal with, no matter if you were a big city beat cop or a small-town sheriff.  Murder and kidnapping usually wasn’t the bread and butter or the day-to-day. No, most of the time it was a lot lower on the sliding scale of…

“… the Infinite Forest.” After literally days after days of walking, the suffocating tree line finally opened up. One second, he’d been ducking another thick branch that hung too low and seemed magically and vindictively determined to keep smacking him right in the face. The next, all five of them stood right at the edge…

“Lancelot?” Mary Margaret’s gasp echoed off cracked stone walls, voice echoing back in the ruined room. “Lancelot, what’s going on?” The armored knight didn’t blink, eyes locked dead on Finn. Even with a weapon aimed right at him, his gauntlets sat at his sides, a smile still calm on his face. “You know, I figured…

Municipal Allocations… A sigh left David’s mouth as he stared at the form in front of him. Infrastructural Budget Derivatives… As much as he wanted to keep his eyes focused, the black text blurred together under the buzzing glare of the fluorescents in the sheriff’s station. “Jesus.” He raised a heavy hand to his face,…

Granny’s Diner chimed a warning — melodic and friendly — as Regina crossed the threshold of the diner, the fresh afternoon air replaced by the stagnant aroma of grease traps and burnt coffee grounds. Joy. The rhythmic clatter of silverware and the low hum of gossip died a sudden death as more than a dozen…