Mark Taylor

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Daily story, September 22, 2025

The boy was always looking for magic, and the trouble was that magic lived in frightening places: deep in the woods, at the bottom of wells, in mysterious caves. It was all they could do to keep him in sight. One day, he would slip away and dive into the lake to reach the island, or climb into the strange space under the old bridge. They worried what would happen then. They worried what magic he might find.