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CHAPTER 51 The Blackthorn's Emporium of the Arcane

Maverick

The air smelled of wet dirt and pine as my car stopped at the edge of the Redwood pack’s land. It was still dark, just before dawn, and the huge redwood trees stood tall like silent giants, their twisted branches reaching for the fading stars. The Mustang's headlights lit up the forest, ...