Status Updates From Sparks of Mercury

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The storm shook the Inn as I made my way through the empty hallways feeling every blast of wind. This wasn’t just a few snowflakes coming down, this was a blizzard.
What had Ben called it? A witch’s brew?
Ironic that outside a storm named for witches brewed, while inside the alumni of one of the most prestigious witch's schools in the country back-stabbed their way through coping with murder.

Snippet from today's writing:

Daphne was wound tighter than a fancy Celtic knot, all twisted around herself, as she gripped her martini glass and took a massive gulp.

So fun!