Tag: Caw Miller
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Ghost Militia
by Caw Miller in Issue 26, March 2014 A gust of wind that smelled of coffin mold and chilled like the depths of a grave startled Yinette. “Ghost Night,” she whispered. Her heart doubled the pace of its beats, and it already raced because handsome Larn had just kissed her. She squeaked when Larn squeezed…