Francis Royce
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Storyteller weaving café echoes, midnight mysteries, and small-town rebellions into tales blending reality & wonder. Flawed heroes, buried truths, second chances. Magic in the mundane or thrillers testing sanity. Wander with me.
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The Silent Carnival: A Lullaby of Shadows and Teeth (chapter one-seven)
Chapter One The Veil of Twilight Where yesterday there had been just mist and woods, the carnival suddenly appeared as a jagged silhouette at the edge of Hollow's Brook, resembling a scar on the horizon. With her motor coughing into silence, Evelyn parked her rust-eaten automobile at the gravel road's mouth. The villagers had steered clear of her inquiries, their gazes darting to the forest as though the trees might listen in. After polishing the same spot on the counter for a whole minute, the gas station attendant murmured, "Don't go there after sundown." "It isn't intended for living people."
By Francis Royce about a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Borrowed Time
"The Girl Who Borrowed Time" She ordered a croissant and a black coffee when she first entered my café, and then she gave me a piece of blood-stained paper. It said, "The man in the trench coat is not here for the espresso, so don't serve him."
By Francis Royce about a year ago in Fiction
