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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 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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The Antiquarian September 6, 2021

Behind the Locked Door

Finally, I was able to pull my hand from the pillow. My heart was racing, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried to control my panic, but was still having trouble breathing. As I worked to control myself, a strange vision came over me. An image of my mother’s eyes, not the eyes of the woman who’d raised me, but the eyes of a woman enraged.

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The Antiquarian August 18, 2021

Au Revoir, Ma Cherie

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Follow your dreams wherever they may take you. I’ll always be by your side. Au revoir, ma chérie.” Her hand left my cheek, and the two walked off into the darkness together.

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The Antiquarian July 19, 2021

Meeting the Family

As Blake unlocked the inside doors, something began to stir in my soul. I felt a heaviness in the air. I felt sadness, pain, and heartache. My hands began to shake as the urge to cry fought with the urge to scream. I stopped just short of the threshold, fearing what I felt beyond.

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