The Gods of Bogs and Grasses

“Grandma always said that’s why we’re so ugly,” Raye said, with another laugh. “Our ancestor gave all our beauty away. But she also passed down the fans, so someday, if we figure out the proper magic, we could re-capture that beauty. Or we could just enjoy having a gorgeous hand fan. You know, it might be the perfect centerpiece decoration for the living room.”

She started to reach for the fan, when her sister finally spoke.

“That’s not how the story really goes,” she said.

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The Case of the Absent Triplet

Kat stood at the edge of the pristine high-piled white rug in her sister’s corner office, gaping at the facedown body of a man in a steel-gray suit with a knife handle protruding from his back.

“What have you done, Trish?” Kat said, unable to pull her gaze away from bright puddle of blood under the man’s left armpit.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and started entering numbers.

“Whoa! He’s not dead,” Trish said.

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