Calliope’s Master by Melinda Barron – Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight “Pick up… pick up… pick up.” Calliope glanced through the door, wondering when Abigail Hope would come in. Gloria had finished making her copies. She’d handed them to her, then shown Calliope to a small room with a tiny refrigerator, a coffee pot, and a microwave. After a chipper “be right back”, she’d […]
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