Why did Wood unleash his wickedest smile upon unzipping a zipper? Because he knew I wouldn’t welch on a bet. Even though I really wanted to. Back in the day (when we were both ten) I lived next to a gentleman named Sal. Sal…
My name is Phoebe Arden, and I used to be the Caretaker of Nevermore Cemetery.
My job is more than just mowing lawns, digging graves and thwarting vandals. The problem is my boss doesn’t understand what exactly my job entailed (or in fact any of my duties).
Now I am on the outside looking in, and I still need to protect Nevermore from Little Ben’s schemes, internal decay, and corrosive outside influences.
This is going to require coffee. Lots and lots of coffee…and maybe an eggroll.
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