The Fae Awakening
A magician stands behind a glass counter, showing a child parlor tricks, when a stranger wearing a bloodied, white scarf demands to see real magic.
The stranger reeks of death and decay, hiding darkness beneath a fedora and scarf.
Will the magician satisfy the stranger’s craving?
A Fae Awakening short story, this dark urban fantasy will keep you wondering…
What is beneath the scarf?
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