The Truth Still BreathesBy Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe boy was not thrown away. He was placed. There’s a difference. One is done in a fit of rage, the other with cold hands and colder plans. You don’t throw something you want to forget. You place it—like a trap. Or a body.They thought he’d break.He didn’t.They thought

It was the kind of morning that made you feel like the world was on the verge of something grand, yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The wind swept through the trees of the small town, whispering of changes in the air. Inside her cozy little shop—tucked between two ancient stone buildings—Slavic sat at a table scattered with tarot