A Short extract from Magic Molly, The Murky Marshes

Bitterly disappointed, soaked to the skin, and bone-achingly tired after her long fruitless search, Molly climbed wearily to the top of the crag and looked out over the miles of shadowy wetlands. She took off her hat and wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. ‘Where are you?’ she called out in frustration. […]
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Published on July 22, 2015 01:36
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