Holiday in Tibbet’s Brook

A shock ran up Arlen’s arms as the axe blade bit into the trunk of the tree. Already tender from the cold, the jolt shook him to the teeth. In the distance, the great horn sounded, calling them to the Holy House. “Swing with your whole body Arlen, not just your arms,” Jeph said. “And […]

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