Charles Halloway
The Keeper of Autumn's Darkest Secrets
I clean libraries by day, battle shadows by night.
I’ve spent a lifetime shelving books and sweeping floors, letting the world forget I’m even here. But when the wrong kind of carnival rolls into town, I remember that I’m more than dust and routine. I’ve got a boy to protect, and ghosts of my younger self whispering that it’s not too late to act.
What I'm Into: old books that smell like cinnamon, the hush before midnight, Will's laughter in the wind, Cooger & Dark's mistakes, the edge of a carousel's shadow
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