She is greeted by the thick, sweet smell of incense. Sunlight follows her in, streaming through the stained glass above the door, illuminating a forest of half-burnt candles on a nearby table, setting crystals sparkling. A poster covers the door ahead, a Mucha girl dressed in stars. #WriteCBC

Those two little words were all Holly could make out. The robin on the reverse seemed to mock her, ‘report that to your handler,’ it crowed. Her partner was missing, Berlin was frozen, and the information they’d been waiting for was nothing but smudged ink, and a smug bird. #5ActFestiveStory