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Chapter Twenty Seven: After Christmas War
The holler was still blanketed in snow when Ma tacked up the war scroll in the barn. Christmas was barely past, and though the decorations still shimmered with leftover cheer, the air had shifted. It was time. The goblins had… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty Six: Not My Witch
The Other Witch Arrives The morning Jules came to the holler for the first time, the mist hadn’t even burned off the ridge yet. Ma stood near the mouth of the path, hands tucked into her apron, giddy like she’d… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty Five: Christmas in the Holler
It was Christmas Eve. The holler woke to even more snow. Thick white blankets had smothered the hills overnight, leaving the trees iced like sugared sweets and the war barn roof sagging under winter’s grin. Goblins whooped through the woods… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty Four: Magic in the Snowdrifts
The snow came down slow at first, just a dusting on the fields beyond the war barn. By midday, the holler was near-blanketed. Smoke curled from cabin chimneys, and the war scrolls hung limp on the wall, ignored for the… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty Three- Twelve Days of Holler Warnings
📜 Chapter Title: The 12 Days of Holler Warnings The whispers started small. A compliment here. A scroll tucked under a spell jar there. A casual “cutie” or “nice head scarf” thrown Ma’s way during war planning. Nothing big. Just… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty Two: Nestling Field Trip
It had been a full moon cycle since the Goblin Nest was carved into the shaded glen behind the war barn, and in that time, something remarkable had taken root. The babies weren’t babies anymore. They still tripped over their… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty One: Planting The Nest
It didn’t start as a plan. It started with a knock on Ma’s root cellar door and a wide-eyed baby goblin clutching a rusty dagger and a half-eaten biscuit. Then another. And another. Folks from every ridge and holler had… Continue reading
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Chapter Twenty: The Dexters
(Where good manners wear thin, and Ma don’t miss a thing) They rolled into the holler at dusk, Dexter, Dexter II, and a quieter, leaner shadow the cousins dubbed Dexter III. Said they were wanderers, helpers, here to lend a… Continue reading
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Chapter Nineteen: The Unlit Lantern
The stars were cold above the holler that night. The kind of cold that settled in the bones, not just the skin. Inside the war barn, the last firewood crackled low, casting long shadows over half-scrawled attack plans and empty… Continue reading
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Chapter Eighteen: Red Devil Reckoning
The Red Devil Reckoning No one knew exactly when the spell took root, only that the air had shifted. It started with a bold invite in Pa’s personal holler mailbox. Mid war, no less. The Red Devils, top of the… Continue reading
Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler 