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The forest path wound its way back towards Pipkin’s home, the chilling whispers of the haunted toy chest fading into the morning chorus...

In a small, forgotten town wrapped in fog, the locals whispered about the woods that bordered their homes. They said the trees were...

I am an author who enjoys writing. I began as a songwriter but along the way I have written 31 songs and 35+ books but sometimes I will...