The Antiquarian

The Antiquarian August 6, 2022

Ma Vie Mon Amour

I ran a finger over the crystal and had the image of people dancing in my mind. I could almost hear the music in the background. Big band music. The kind my grandmother would have listened to in her youth. I knew I had to have it.

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The Antiquarian July 4, 2022

The Long Haul

As Lucy read me the details, a knot began to form in the pit of my stomach. Something told me that I wasn’t going to find that mask in this building. I was almost positive that the mask she was describing was hidden in a box in the trunk at my apartment. I turned and looked up at the portrait of my great-grandmother and felt as though she were looking back at me with pride.

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The Antiquarian June 8, 2022

Answers in the Archives

I closed my eyes and let the heat envelop me. Her face came into view, a wide smile across her face. She didn’t say anything but looked into my eyes as a mother would her child. She blinked her eyes, then turned to her left, pointing to a wall of books.

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The Antiquarian May 11, 2022

Her Crumbling Defenses

I opened the trunk and started pulling out my treasures. I set most of them off to one side, making sure to keep a few things as hidden as possible. I just wasn’t ready for him to see everything I’d found in that trunk. Not yet, anyway.

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The Antiquarian March 13, 2022

Symbols of the Past

Darrell sat in silence for a moment, then straightened himself up in his seat. “Fine, here it is. We’ve been looking for the books in that trunk for a long time. They’re part of a set of journals that have been kept by the women in your family for generations. Though it’s only a rumor, it’s said that the very first journal was written by a woman who had an affair with an otherworldly being.”

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The Antiquarian February 8, 2022

The Spirit Door

I walked to the door and laid my hand on it. It was warm to the touch, but I chalked that up to being in the afternoon sun. I ran my finger around the molding and felt a slight charge run through my arm. I closed my eyes and followed the line of the door to the knob, which felt almost hot. I couldn’t stop the smile that crawled across my face.

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The Antiquarian January 20, 2022

Welcome Home, Country Girl

As we crossed from one street to another, a wave of sensations hit me at a million miles an hour. Feelings and emotions screamed in my head. Memories and heartbreaks filled my soul. Everything I’d ever seen and felt and thought crammed into my brain all at once. It was almost too much to handle.

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The Antiquarian December 28, 2021

Crossing Barriers

At first, Darrell’s words sounded like gibberish. He made it sound as though the city were a living, breathing entity. But then a word jumped out at me. “What barrier?” I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

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The Antiquarian November 19, 2021

Branches in a Tree

A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make a sound. My hand gripped the receiver, turning my knuckles white, and I began to shake uncontrollably. There was something strangely familiar about that voice.

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The Antiquarian October 7, 2021

Embracing the Crazy

“Miss Cherish, it’s in your blood. You come from a long line of sensitives. It’s why your Grandma Joan kept so many things in her shop. It’s why she had a collection of items that she just couldn’t let go of. And it’s why your grandmother ended up with that little statuette.”

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