Tag: The Aftertaste Remains
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CHAPTER 12: BITTER MOUTHS AND BURNT OFFERINGS
Jo didn’t sleep that night. She couldn’t. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the woman in the lightning. The one who wasn’t…
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CHAPTER 13: THE SILENCE BENEATH THE SPOON RACK
Jo didn’t speak for a full day. Not out of shock or fear, but because she couldn’t. After the mysterious woman placed the teapot…
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CHAPTER 14: STEEPED IN SECRETS
Harmony Café had always been a little haunted, but tonight it felt watched. Not by ghosts, not by demons, and not by that one…
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CHAPTER 15: THE FIRST MUG
Jo had always hated the floorboards behind the mop sink. They creaked when no one stepped on them. They slightly steamed during full moons…
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CHAPTER 16: STEEPED IN SILENCE, SERVED WITH LIGHT
The dawn was quiet. Not the usual Cedar Grove kind of quiet which was full of pre-espresso grumbles, steam hisses, and Clorvex humming “Livin’…
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CHAPTER 17: ORANGE YOU GLAD WE SURVIVED?
(THE BLOOD ORANGE BREW BASH) It was officially too early for glitter explosions. Jo knew this because a confetti cannon made entirely from espresso…
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CHAPTER 01: BREWED AWAKENINGS
It all started with Mira’s attempt to be helpful. Which, in Cedar Grove, was usually a hex but with good intentions. She was testing…
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CHAPTER 02: COLD BREW CLOSURE
The day after the Heartstring Hibiscus debacle, Harmony Café smelled like regrets and fresh rose petals. Jo stood behind the counter, holding a spray…