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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 37
It was near midnight and the three of us began walking into the forest, distant wind chimes ringing, fireflies dancing in the night....
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 36
“Listen, Ringo. When I was about eight years old, my dad took me on a snipe hunt with some of his friends. We put on our winter coats...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 35
“Wha…what do you mean?” I was quietly reading the situation and slipped the copper cylinder with Tanaquil’s warning back into my pocket....
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 34
The forest was black; clouds had moved in and blocked out any light from the moon and stars that might penetrate to the forest floor. The...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 33
I didn’t see why I was the one making the sacrifice. But the talisman spoon that was the ostensible source of the original potion’s power...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 32
Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 31
As the blanket of silence returned following the four pistol shots, time stood still. My already wounded head was now spinning and I...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 30
Why I’d bothered to stop at a red light at 2 a.m. in a contraband racing vehicle in a town in the American Midwest, I couldn’t say. The...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 29
“Hold it—dreams?” Ringo said. “Better to tell me about them now.” My head was still reeling from the revelation of the sinister figure of...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 28
I slept hard that night. Harder than I had since this whole escapade began, despite the musty canvas of the cots and the echo of the...
