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Christmas Terror
by Pirate Turner
She stopped in the doorway, terror freezing her in place and causing her panicked heart to jump into her throat. She stared at the horror that awaited her in the office, unable or perhaps unwilling to believe the ugly sight. Then the solution came to her as clearly as the beard on his face and as simply as raising her finger.
Confidence shown on her face as she pointed at every inch of the ceiling, causing the hundreds of mistletoe sprigs to vanish before stepping into the office. "Nice try, Roland." Sabrina smiled.
Salem grinned proudly. That was his Witchling!
The End