The Mystery of Mrs. Highweather

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For generations, for nearly a century, the Rofotou family had been gathering the pieces of a puzzle that they believed would unlock some grand secret of the universe, or some extravagant treasure, or at least some profound piece of wisdom.  But I didn’t know anything about that before a dark-haired woman named Red came knocking on my door one day.  I didn’t know why she asked to see my old dream logs.  And I certainly didn’t know what any of it had to do with Mrs. Highweather. Continue reading