Shabby Recap #15

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Lake Lewisia #253

“Don’t you miss me,” she asked down the phone line, an invisible distance that promised some small margin of safety still existed for him despite her sudden reappearance in his life. Even so, his eyes flicked over the lines of salt, the jars of iron filings, the bells strung like boobytraps across windows and doorways. “Banished” didn’t seem to mean “gone for good,” but he could at least say she did not haunt his heart anymore.

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