A Misadventures of Montoya and Rose short story “This is not the amulet, Rose,” Montoya hoists up a necklace with chunky turquoise beads and a centerpiece of a carved flat stone. “This is the amulet of protection,” he purses his lips, “if the name were to be directly translated…” Rose sniffs, crossing his sweaty arms. […]
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The “Cursed” Amulet
J.V. Montague 