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Laura Steiner's Writings

Short Story
  Prologue: The wind whistled through the night, blowing up dust and leaves into her face as she walked along the empty streets.  She didn’t feel the cold; her sole focus was on her destination; 1557 Sorcerer’s Lane.  She’d gotten the note with the address at her photography studio earlier that afternoon, and laughed at the address; Merlin always...