The Ghoul and the Mage


    
It was an hour past midnight, and a cool breeze wound its way between houses and buildings as it slowly robbed the concrete of the day's lingering warmth. Jennifer Winters strode down the sidewalk, the streetlights flinging their yellow glow down on her tall, slender form. Her leather jacket hung open, a flash of cleavage and purple bra revealed by her low-cut top, fish-net clad thighs jig

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Lily stepped cautiously over each fallen limb and snag of underbrush as she made her way through

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