Alastor’s fingers found the switch on the electric menorah, and the sixth light flickered to life, joining the shamash and the five previous nights already glowing on his windowsill.
Outside, the December darkness had settled over the small town of Makochi, which had once been two towns, Malta and McConnelsville, with a population of just over six thous…
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