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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 Seventeen: Misunderstanding in the Holler
It started when Scoob left. It wasn’t his departure itself that shook the holler, folks came and went all the time, but the way he left, silent and mid-war, when they were down by one star. No warning. No word.… Continue reading
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Chapter Sixteen: The Feather and the Road
When Pa left the holler for a few days on business, he left Uncle Kinxy in charge of war. And for a while, it worked. Uncle Kinxy’s style was pure fire: rush in fast, hit hard, overwhelm with shock and… Continue reading
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Chapter Fifteen: The Breaking Point
The firepit had barely cooled from the last night’s laughter when the third war came rolling in. Ma hesitated before signing up. She really did. Things had gotten loud. Messy. Disconnected. The last war left her twisted up. Sure, she’d… Continue reading
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Chapter Thirteen: Raiders From The Ridge
The day Pa stepped away, the holler shifted. He didn’t make a fuss about it. Just called Ma and Uncle Kinxy aside, voice low and steady. “Gotta handle some business outside the ridge for a spell. I’ll be checkin’ in,… Continue reading
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Chapter Eight: Whispers by the Fire
(A fireside retelling by the goblin cousins) The fire popped and cracked, sending sparks up into the mist thick holler sky. The goblin cousins sat in a loose circle, backs against log stumps, legs stretched out, a few of them… Continue reading
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Chapter Four: Uncle Kinxy
Nobody really knows how Uncle Kinxy made his way to the clan. When he showed up at the edge of the holler with a busted cart filled with makeshift distillery equipment, a jug of shine strong enough to strip paint,… Continue reading
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Chapter 2: Ma of the Holler
They called her Ma, and it wasn’t just a title; it was a role, a rhythm, and a weight she carried every day in the holler. Ma Goblin was mostly gentle, but not soft. Her wooden spoon tapped out warnings… Continue reading
Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler 