Issue 15 (Autumn 2025)
A Lesser Curse
By Julia LaFond
From the outside, the cursebroker’s shop looked identical to all the others: a soot-stained, graffitied brick building precariously perched on the bank of a parking-meter-studded concrete river. On the inside, it was green, from the spider plants that dangled from the ceiling, tickling the shoulders of the newest customer, to the potted trees and shrubs that marked a path to the desk. Behind that desk sat the cursebroker, whose forest green cloak blended in with the foliage.
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