My Daughter Found Her Mom’s Magic Collar
I stretched and rolled my neck as I walked up to the door. It had been a long and stressful few weeks; a self-styled ‘sorcerer’ had been causing no end of trouble in amongst the homeless camps, vanishing into the obscurity of the undocumented masses any time we came close. The fool could barely cast a proper spell if his life depended on it… but to the normies, especially the mentally ill ones he’d been preying on, he may as well have been a god. But we finally had him now, locked up good and tight, and the entire unit was taking a collective and well-earned sigh of relief. I could hardly wait to kick back, relax, make a good meal, and cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie with my daughter. It …