Powers to Control from an Artifact
I was new to this sleepy little town. I had moved here from the Midwest and now found myself in a quiet little town where everyone knew everyone else’s business. News spread quickly around town that a stranger had moved into the old Mason Mansion on the knoll overlooking the entire town below. I was settling in and unpacking boxes that I had carefully labeled by room to make the transition easier. I had several boxes of books that I decided to move down into the cellar of this old house to store and unpack at a later date. I had already made several trips down the dusty old stairs carrying a box at a time. On my last trip I decided to carry two boxes at once so I wouldn’t have to make another …