The Orchard at Dusk

A Collection of Witchy, Romantic Short Stories

In these pages, the witches don't ride broomsticks or cackle at cauldrons.

They light candles for lost lovers.
They whisper spells into tea leaves.
They dream of past lives, and wait by the sea, and bury their names in the roots of wildflowers.

Each story is a quiet kind of magic.
Each one a little strange, a little sad, and a little in love.

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