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Jena Thomas was a symphony of contradictions. Tall, impossibly slender, with a cascade of ink-black hair that seemed to absorb light,...

Long before the annals of men were etched into stone or parchment, when the world was younger and its mysteries deeper, there existed the...

The silence in the Tavish house was a solid, oppressive thing. It settled on Henry’s shoulders like a shroud, heavier than the grief that...

Within weeks, the North Pole was abuzz with activity. A special, sound-proofed corner of the dairy barn was transformed into a cozy...