Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
On Magical Training
An aspiring young warlock named Gwydion
would sleep through the ante meridian,
but then spend his hours
weaving garlands of flowers,
and chipping out blades from obsidian.
For the Driftless Warlocks
Troublemakers, all
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