Tis the season for magical nonsense!

Yuletide is here again, but Annette doesn’t feel much like celebrating. There’s no snow, her oven’s broken, but most of all, Midnight, her kitty-cat familiar, is missing. When an old annoyance knocks on her door, she wants nothing more than to yeet him back into the snowless winter cold. There’s just one problem: she’s still a sanctuary witch, and someone needs her help.

Warning: this story contains crafty fox spirits, belated baked goods, and sparky salamanders. Read with all due holiday cheer!