Jimmy waited in line for the Deserted Moonlit Clearing. A month before it hadn’t even been capitalized and now there was a queue.
“Purpose?” a woman with a clipboard snapped.
“I was coming to make some—” he coughed, “—moonshine.”
“I’ll fit you into the northwest corner,” she said. “The coven’s reserved the center from midnight to three and the trysting lovers in the southeast need their space. Mind being near men burying a body?”
“I think I should find another clearing.”
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