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"Friendship is an island that you retreat to. And you fall on the floor and laugh at all the ninnies who don't have enough brains to have your good taste." --Ray Bradbury


Quietus is a secretive town, hidden away to protect it's spectral clientele. When Trixie dicovers the town, she tries to help the unhappy residents unbind their contract. But what can a low-powered conjurer of cheap tricks do against wealthy ghosts?

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Comments ( 6 )

Short, sweet, and a little spooky. Trixie has the best plans because she can't just rely on magic to get out of a situation.

Nicely done!

Yeah, it took a while to tweak this story so that she had to rely on brains more than magic-tossing brawn.
I'm glad you liked my story.

A little timey wimey, but good.

This is solid, and I loved the atmosphere work. On the other hand, I think that the metaphor was way too on the nose, and the internal logic of the story (namely why they were hostages to the ghosts) didn't hold up all that well. Still, a good fic.

Thanks for the comments. Yeah, the story's a little off-center, but I had to tell it to get it out of my head.

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