The Last Incantation

I grew up in an island where anecdotes of sorcery would make your hair curled; even as I got older, it was always difficult for me to figure out whether those tales were just part of the culture or a way to control unruly children who would not obey their parents.

I remember vividly adults in the neighborhood screaming at the top of their lungs for their offspring to hurry home before “the Midnight Monster” began its walk. Children who were “hanging out” in the neighborhood, hiding from their parents, would run home regardless which voice screamed those words. It worked. Before midnight, it was a sure bet all children would be safely at home with their families.


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