Chapter 10
Memory Lane
Torin stumbled as he crossed the threshold, dropping several inches from the concrete of the back alley sidewalk to the dirt of Aurora Hollow. Janet had already taken up a seat on one of the great old ash tree’s lower limbs. She appeared comfortable but alert, her wand aimed at Torin.
Tracy’s grip on his collar kept him upright, and once she was sure he wasn’t going to fall on his face, she gave him a shove.
He stumbled again, and this time he did fall. The landing was soft, seasons of duff cushioned the fall, saving him a lot of pain as his knees and the palm of his left hand struck. His right hand had started moving for the wand hidden in an inner pocket of his cloak the moment of the shove, and by the time he was pushing himself upright again, he had hold of i
