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Fast forward to 1997—ironically, the year I was born—and enter Harry J. Potter, prodigious boy wizard who walks about in his "magic" cloak, brandishes his "magic" wand, casts "magic" spells.
When he first appears, I'm convinced he's a mirage, a dream spun from the sleepy afternoon. The sun beats down mercilessly, glistening on the sand dunes, and I'm forced to squint. But then the figure approaches, sharpens, and then slides into the barstool opposite me.
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Today's #StorySpotlight:
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The sun rose blood-red over the sea on the morning that Kaia was taken to the cliffs to die.