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The Convent Spirits Chapter 1: St. Monica’s Chapel

October was passing quickly. The trees which had been brightly colored were now turning brown and beginning to fall so that their rustling could now barely be heard. Winifred was awake long before it was necessary; she was kneeling down…

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Insomnia

—Oww! ——Are you awake? —I am now. ——I can't sleep. —You can, Georgia, I've seen you doing it. ——Ah, no really. I can't sleep. —You could take one of them yokes. The pill things. —Melatonin. ——I did already Mikey. They…

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