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It's the last Friday of 2021! Huzzah and good riddance! But you do get one more Reading Day. :D Here's me blabbing about AURA the series and about Ryld's Shadows: AURA 4 before I read you a wee bit of an excerpt:  Ryld's Shadows
AURA 4 by Bellora Quinn & Angel Martinez Up for pre-order January 25! AURA's offices have been quiet since the mage tower incident—as quiet as they can be for an agency dedicated to policing holes in reality—and the department heads have been free to turn their attention back to mundane matters. The return to quiet bureaucracy gives AURA's Director of Research, Kai Hiltas, the time to turn his energy to a new issue: a young drow with unusual and dangerous powers named Ryld. Though his shadows always lurk at the edges of his vision, Ryld does his best to live quietly and not let them hurt anyone. He has his work, his apartment, and a succession of minders assigned by AURA who are, ostensibly, there to keep him safe in his new world and to prevent him from causing any scenes with his shadows. Most of the time, the arrangement works. But one disastrous incident causes Ryld's minder to leave him unattended and lost—the precise thing he was hired to prevent. To replace the faithless minder, Kai proposes Hank, a half-goblin accountant recently in the middle of a string of terrible luck, while Kai works out how best to get Ryld the magical training he so desperately needs. For his part, Hank truly likes Ryld and insists he would be happier working as Ryld's companion rather than as a controlling minder. As Hank and Ryld slowly come to terms with sharing space—and eventually more—Kai's search for a teacher for Ryld takes them out west on the invitation of the Elvenhome's aelfe queen and right into the lap of inter-elven feuds, ancient prejudice, conspiracies and trafficking rings. What should have been a pleasant visit soon turns into more than even forever-scheming Kai can handle.
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Well, holy carrot cakes, the year's gone. It felt like forever and like it didn't happen at all. Whoosh. I'll get used to saying 2022 by about July, probably. I sat here grumbling the other day that I'd accomplished nothing this year. Sat on my squishy butt and did diddly-squat. Which prompted me to look at what I did do this year. OK. Fine. It wasn't a high productivity year, not like some, but there were things. 
Not quite the wasted year, then, even though it feels odd to have such a long stretch between releases. Not all productivity looks the same - have to keep telling myself that.
 Davitts slammed his hand down on the rail again and again, unable to bring his frustrated anger under control. Those idiots. Those seaweed infested, crack-brained idiots.
“Don’t break my ship, boy,” Captain Unav murmured, tracking the Shadow ship through her spyglass. “We have to go after them, ma’am! Why isn’t a launch being lowered?” She gave a grim chuckle. “Landbound, Davitts. You give yourself away. I think Essenin knows better and your Zie isn’t stupid.” She waved toward the cliff, then the ship. “Isn’t a small ship those monsters took hostage, is it?” “I guess…no.” Davitts squinted, counting masts. At three, not a small ship at all. And the cliffs—oh. “There’s no good landing there. No beach. Probably rocks.” “Probably rocks, the boy says,” Captain Unav muttered, before handing over the spyglass. “Look there. These cliffs are as ancient as the Mother. They’ve tumbled more than once. The humps and little islets are only the rocks you see. And at the speed she’s going, I wouldn’t wager on her chances once she leaves deep water.” The way the waves broke closer to shore warned of sudden, dangerous formations just out of sight while tiny islands—some no more than glistening humps and others rising several spans above the waves, just large enough to support a few trees at the crown—dotted the cliff side of the bay. Not a place he’d want to take a single-oared rowboat, much less a seafaring ship. He had to concede that sending a launch in there would’ve been irresponsible. This didn’t at all help the awful feeling of standing helpless on deck while people he loved flung themselves into peril, but he understood the captain’s reasons. He turned seaward to find the oncoming ship through the spyglass. The sails flapped about the masts in tatters. The crew…oh, the poor crew. They lived, maybe, lurching about the deck in jerky movements as if their bodies didn’t fit together correctly. Davitts swallowed hard against rising nausea. “Possessed,” he whispered. “Zie was right. The shadows possessed the crew.” Captain Unav pried the glass out of his fingers and scowled through it. “Controlled, I’d say. We don’t know if it’s possession. Did he talk about this happening before?” “No, but he was terrified it might have.” Her scowl grew deeper. “What I don’t understand is how she’s underway at all with her sails in rags. How is she making such speed?” He thought back to that night on the beach—the force and ferocity of the unnatural wind—and shivered. “They’re no good with water. The shadows. But they control the wind like no mage I’ve ever seen. And in ways I’ve never seen. I think… I think they’re pushing the ship itself. Like evil children with a toy boat.” The captain might have muttered something about the world’s largest bathtub, but Davitts wasn’t certain, his attention focused on Zie’s diminishing figure, still atop the waves. Please let him make it this time. Please don’t fall. He wasn’t as worried about Essenin, at least not right then. Even with their boots on, Ess swam better than some fish Davitts had seen. Their head appeared through the waves intermittently, not quite catching up to Zie, but not falling farther behind either. “The sailors, though, when the ship founders…” Davitts fought another wave of frustration. He couldn’t help them either. “We’ll watch, boy, and see what we can do.” Captain Unav lowered the spyglass. The ship was close enough now that she didn’t need it. “But let me be clear. I’m not bringing any of those cursed shadows aboard my ship.” A startling boom followed by scraping and splintering reached them. The Shadow ship had run afoul of all the underwater rocks the captain had mentioned, slicing her speed in half and in half again as the keel ground up against sharp boulders, timbers cracking and splitting. The hole at the prow became visible above the waterline and the ship keeled to starboard as it took on water. A terrible shrieking rose from the deck and a dark, writhing mass formed around the base of the mainmast as every sailor dropped to the deck. “Possessed,” Davitts whispered, not at all pleased at having been right. Captain Unav grunted a response, both of them too caught up in what would happen next for more conversation. Davitts hoped for a moment that the shadows were out of options and would drown, but somehow they pushed the mast over so the top barely reached the nearest tiny island, a sharp protrusion of rock with its tree-covered crown twenty feet above the waves. The shadows swarmed up the mast, abandoning both ship and sailors, barely reaching the island before the mast toppled into the sea. The shrieking grew worse and the trees waved and bent in the winds generated by the shadows’ fury at being denied their prey. “They’re trapped!” Davitts whooped and drummed on the rail. “So it appears.” The captain kept an eye on the foundering ship, and when sailors began to leap into the water, she bellowed, “Hands to the launches!” Davitts stared at her, blinking in disbelief. “But…” “It’s a selak ship. They’ll help the non-selak crew, but who knows what shape they're in. We won’t venture into the rocks, but we can meet them halfway.” Captain Unav strode off, shouting orders, leaving Davitts to keep watch alone. Zie had reached shore—actual shore and not one of the cone-shaped islands. He’d stumbled at the last, but was able to catch himself on the rocks at the cliff’s base. Good. He was safe, the ninny. Davitts would go through town while Ess and Zie would have to find a path up and around, but they’d meet at the inn soon. It was the best he could hope for. Happy Friday and Merry Christmas Eve for all our readers who celebrate! This week, I have an excerpt to read to you from a Christmas Eve story - hooray! Nell Iris brings us "The Santa Emergency" - come have a listen :)  The Santa Emergency by Nell Iris JMS Books Universal Book Link I have a Santa emergency and I desperately need your help. Sigge isn’t exactly a grinch when it comes to Christmas, but he’s not a fan of the holiday either. So when his new neighbor Kristian shows up in a panic, begging him to help by donning a Santa suit, Sigge’s gut reaction is to say no. But Kristian is cute and funny, rendering Sigge powerless against his heartfelt plea—especially after a promise of spending more time together—so he agrees. The instant connection deepens as they share mulled wine and conversation as easy as breathing. But is it just holiday magic swirling in the air, or is it something real? Something that will last into the new year and beyond? About Nell:
Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!) Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place. Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017. Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males. Find me on social media: Webpage/blog: http://www.nelliris.com/ Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/hnEdVD Twitter: https://twitter.com/nellirisauthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nell_iris/ Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/nellirisauthor/ Facebook profile: www.facebook.com/nell.iris.12 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/nelliris Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/nell-iris And here it is! The brand new cover for Ryld's Shadows: AURA 4 Bellora and I are so pleased to be back in the AURA world :D Pre-order for Ryld's Shadows goes up January 25 and goes live in March. Not familiar with AURA? It's M/M (and M/M/M) urban fantasy. A little series blurb for you: "AURA, the Agency of Unnatural Resettlement and Assimilation: it’s a weird job, but somebody’s got to do it. A magical catastrophe tears the fabric of reality, causing unpredictable holes between worlds through which anything might fall—elves, centaurs, trolls, yeti. The brave officers and employees of AURA struggle daily to help the lost and injured, and contain the irretrievably violent while their research staff scramble to find a way to reverse the effect. Anything can and does pop through into the human world, sometimes with disastrous and deadly results. It’s a race against time to see if the AURA mages can repair reality and stop the inter-dimensional flood before something crosses over that proves strong enough to destroy the world." The first three books are available through Pride Publishing and all of your favorite online vendors!  Ryld's Shadows
AURA 4 AURA's offices have been quiet since the mage tower incident—as quiet as they can be for an agency dedicated to policing holes in reality—and the department heads have been free to turn their attention back to mundane matters. The return to quiet bureaucracy gives AURA's Director of Research, Kai Hiltas, the time to turn his energy to a new issue: a young drow with unusual and dangerous powers named Ryld. Though his shadows always lurk at the edges of his vision, Ryld does his best to live quietly and not let them hurt anyone. He has his work, his apartment, and a succession of minders assigned by AURA who are, ostensibly, there to keep him safe in his new world and to prevent him from causing any scenes with his shadows. Most of the time, the arrangement works. But one disastrous incident causes Ryld's minder to leave him unattended and lost—the precise thing he was hired to prevent. To replace the faithless minder, Kai proposes Hank, a half-goblin accountant recently in the middle of a string of terrible luck, while Kai works out how best to get Ryld the magical training he so desperately needs. For his part, Hank truly likes Ryld and insists he would be happier working as Ryld's companion rather than as a controlling minder. As Hank and Ryld slowly come to terms with sharing space—and eventually more—Kai's search for a teacher for Ryld takes them out west on the invitation of the Elvenhome's aelfe queen and right into the lap of inter-elven feuds, ancient prejudice, conspiracies and trafficking rings. What should have been a pleasant visit soon turns into more than even forever-scheming Kai can handle. There had been no sighting of the ghost ship, or the Shadow Ship as Essenin thought of it. Maybe the stories had been just stories, though they didn’t dare hope for that. They leaned on the rail, watching Zie assist the winds while the helm tacked toward the harbor. The crow’s nest had called down about sighting land an hour before—the Cape of Haroes with its step-terraced, bright green lighthouse.
The lighthouse mirrored the land around the harbor that rose gently up from the docks and warehouses in steps, through the town and on into the terraced fields of marsh grain that decorated the hills in patchwork squares of varied greens and blues. As harbors went, Haroes was definitely one of Essenin’s favorites. Zie’s comfort level with the sails had grown swiftly every time the captain needed him. A quick mind, a faultless memory, and a powerful affinity for wind certainly helped, though something in the grimly determined way Zie approached each new task made Essenin wonder if he’d spent his entire life trying to prove himself. To his parents, to clan elders, to his lost sibling--who he’d tried to impress was harder to deduce, but it seemed an ingrained habit. Other ships’ sails came into view as they approached land, arriving, departing, with ships small enough to enter the harbor proper waiting for pilots to guide them to the docks. It was a relief to see so many others, helping to banish the constant, nagging dread. Essenin tipped their head back, letting the sun warm their face… And the wind died. They jerked upright in alarm, heading toward Zie instinctively. The sylvas had frozen, hands still extended for wind work though he had let his magic drop. Only his head had turned, away from the sails as he squinted toward the far horizon. “Zie? Are you…well?” With a gasp that sounded as if he were surfacing from a long dive, Zie turned to them, growing paler by the moment. “Tell the captain they’re coming,” he whispered. “I don’t see them yet, but I feel it. They’re coming.” “Where?” Essenin didn’t have to ask who or what. That was all too obvious. They tried to reach for Zie, but he whirled and hurried toward the cabins. Essenin would’ve followed, but the captain was already stalking toward him, her eyebrows raised in inquiry. “What’s happened? Why has he deserted his post?” The denial was on their tongue, but they swallowed it. If Zie was right, the ship and possibly the harbor were in peril. “He says they’re coming, Captain. The ghost ship.” “Ridiculous,” she muttered, though she drew her spyglass from her coat and peered through it in the direction Essenin had pointed. She scanned slowly, and tensed. “Ma’am?” “There’s a ship coming in fast. Her sails are in ribbons. She shouldn’t be making any sort of speed, and yet…” Captain Unav snapped her spyglass shut and rounded on Essenin. “No long stories now and no prevarications, sea child. Is that ship coming for us?” “It’s…” Essenin’s jaw worked for a moment, the shock that she somehow knew what Zie had been hiding stole his words. “Yes, ma’am. It might very well be.” “Then I need my wind mage on these sails,” she snapped. “Go and drag him out here if you have to!” Essenin turned to race for their cabin only to be nearly swung off his feet by a strong hand closing around his arm. “What’s going on?” The worry lines on Davs’ forehead said more than the soft question. “The ship’s coming,” Essenin leaned in close to whisper. “Shadow ship. I have to—” But they never finished that sentence either as Zie reappeared on deck with his long blue coat billowing in the breeze and his backpack on. He jogged toward them, his face a perfect, blank mask as if he’d turned into a ceramic doll. “Zie, don’t you dare,” Davs growled before Essenin could intervene. “I think you both know how I feel about you.” Zie carefully avoided meeting either of their eyes as he stood on tiptoe and offered a quick, fierce kiss to Davs and a softer one to Essenin. “Stay. Zie, please.” Essenin stroked his face, putting every grain of tenderness in the gesture he could muster. “You’re better off with us than without us. You must know that by now.” Instead of answering, Zie ducked under their arm, danced back a few steps, and leaped up on the ship’s rail. “I can’t watch you die.” “Grab him!” Davs bellowed as he lunged. Essenin managed just to snag the edge of Zie’s sleeve, torn from their grasp when Zie jumped from the rail, plummeting toward the waves. He didn’t hit the water, though, landing on a wave top and sprinting off across the water. “Mother’s fucking tits!” Davs stomped in frustration, his angry expression laced with concern as the Shadow Ship, now visible without the help of a spyglass, turned to follow Zie’s path as he headed not for the harbor but for the cliffs farther along the shore. They both twitched when Captain Unav spoke from behind them, “After him specifically, then. Knew he was running from something, but ghosts? Poor bastard.” “Worse than ghosts, Captain. Living shadows,” Essenin said as they edged toward the rail. “He’s saving the ship by leading them away. Davs, do you remember the Brightwarre Inn outside of Nersa?” “What? Yes…but, what are you talking about?” “I love you.” Essenin vaulted the rail before Davs could catch on, calling out as he dove, “Meet us there!” Davs’ bellowed cursing chased him down to the water, cut off as Essenin hit the waves. They kicked up and into a sprinting stroke, the fastest they could manage. They didn’t have any illusions about catching Zie while he ran over the wavetops, but they would either reach him at the cliffs or they’d be there if Zie stumbled and fell into the sea again. So far, Zie had been running with only the slightest hint of a plan. When Essenin caught up to him, after a Very Stern Talking To, that was going to change. Happy Friday, all! This week I have something not only appropriate for the season, but full of fae. What could be better? :D The Solstice Gift is the first book of a new dark fantasy series by Cari Z - eee! Come have a listen:  The Solstice Gift Solstice #1 by Cari Z Kindle Unlimited How long can a human survive in the treacherous court of the winter fae, when even his allies are fighting for their lives? Dis is a changeling, a human stolen away from his own world as a child by the vicious winter fae. He's survived to adulthood through a combination of luck and careful oversight by his only ally, a fairy lord named Marten, but his success might have finally reached its end. It's the winter solstice, and Oberon's court is preparing for a hunt with a history of bloodshed, one that requires Dis to be an unwilling participant. Even if Dis lives through that, he's being watched by the king of the fae himself, and no one can save him if Oberon has marked him for sacrifice. About Cari:
Cari Z was a bookworm as a child and remains one to this day. In an effort to combat her antisocial reading behavior, she did all sorts of crazy things, from competitive gymnastics to alligator wresting (who even knew that was legal!) to finally joining the Peace Corps, which promptly sent her and her husband to the wilds of West Africa, stuck them in a hut, and said, "See ya!" She also started writing, because some things she just thought she could do better. She's still climbing that ladder, but can't stop herself from writing, or from sharing what she creates. Cari enjoys a wide range of literary genres, from the classics (get 'im, Ahab) to science fiction and fantasy of all types, to historical fiction and reference materials (no, seriously, there are so many great encyclopedias out there). She writes in a wide range of genres as well, but somehow 90% of what she produces ends up falling into the broad and exciting category of m/m erotica. There’s a sprinkling of f/m and f/f and even m/f/m in her repertoire, but her true love is man love. And there's a lot of love to go around. Cari has published short stories, novellas, and novels with numerous print and e-presses, and she also offers up a tremendous amount of free content on Literotica.com, under the name Carizabeth. https://authorcariz.com/ It's been very quiet writing-wise on my end, except for the serial. I know folks aren't used to that from me. Sorry about that. I do know a few things, though, so a brief update:
Davitts frowned at the bunk where Essenin had gathered Zie’s feet into his lap. He wanted to be sympathetic. He wanted to be kind. But his imagination had been left to its own devices and there were too many things gathering there.
Essenin gave him big, sad eyes as Zie began to stir. “Davs…” “No. It’s high time he explained some things. It’s our necks on the line, too.” Zie’s lovely purple eyes fluttered open and his instinct for reading the room apparently hadn’t deserted him as he drew his knees up under his chin and pressed back into the corner. Though as Davitts watched, he was certain the fear radiating off Zie had little to do with him and Ess, who cocked his head to one side and waited. After a few uneven breaths, Zie finally spat out, “It should have been safe. The ocean should’ve been gods-cursed safe!” “What does that mean?” Davitts leaned against the cabin door, arms crossed over his chest. He had more than a guess, but Zie would have to say it. “The shadows,” Zie said to his knees. “Somehow...it doesn’t bear thinking…” “Somehow what?” “They shouldn’t be thinking creatures. They shouldn’t. But they’ve worked out how to take a ship. They’ve killed everyone aboard and somehow managed to sail it or they’ve...taken the people on board and are using them.” “Taken how?” Essenin asked gently. “I don’t know!” Zie cut off on a strangled shout, pulling into a tighter ball. “I don’t know. Possession? Controlling them like puppets? I don’t know. This has never happened. It should never—” Davitts kept the rest of his suspicions to himself. The details would come out eventually and weren’t important now. “You think they’ve changed their hunting tactics? They’re after other prey?” “No.” Still shaking, Zie uncurled far enough to look at him. “No, I don’t think so. This ghost ship hasn’t attacked anyone. If they wanted other prey, it sounds as if they could have had it. No, they’re still coming for me.” Essenin shot over a speaking glance and they all shifted in uncomfortable silence for several fraught moments. Finally, Ess asked the question Davitts had been thinking. “Zie, where did the shadows come from?” “They were summoned.” “So you said.” Ess persisted, poking at Zie’s knee. “But who would summon such things? Why?” “Long ago—” “We’re talking about now, though,” Davitts interrupted. “Yes.” Zie let go of a shuddering sigh. “But southerners know nothing about us. Not the slightest thing. It’s easier to start farther back.” A tiny bit of acerbity crept into his words. “May I?” Davitts waved a hand for him to continue. “The clans were small family groups long ago, We lived semi-nomadic lives and survived partly by raiding. Food, pelts, edlak, and mates. New bloodlines from raids were essential to prevent the diseases and infirmities of interbreeding. We began to settle at some point. In stone enclaves, jealously guarded. The meeting of the zerl every year codifies the laws. But raiding was still in our blood.” “Lawful raiding?” Zie gave a half-hearted shrug. “To some extent. Some clans took to raiding outsiders’ river boats. This the zerl refuses to consider. Clan raids were still permitted in a ritual sense between enclaves, again, a question of bloodlines, but those are carefully negotiated beforehand. But in certain cases of wrongdoing, blood raids are still within the law, as well.” Essenin’s dark eyebrows had slowly crept toward the ceiling, and Davitts wondered whether this was due to Zie’s explanation or his inability to choose between speaking in the past or present. “Sometimes the blood raids became retaliatory.” Zie went on in a broken whisper. “Sometimes the mahk of this clan or that resorted to weapons beyond knife and claw. The shadows that devoured the clans and still hunt me are...they are one of those weapons.” Davitts sat hard on the opposite bunk as the consequences of those words sank in. Someone had summoned those monstrous shadows to use in a clan feud, someone who obviously didn’t understand what they had summoned or how to control them. Someone who hadn’t known how to un-summon them when the cursed things turned on every sylvas in reach. “Zie…” “There has to be a way.” Zie’s whisper had turned fierce. “There is no magic that can’t be undone. I just need...time. Peace. I needed them to leave me alone for a while.” “You need help.” Ess gave him a quick hug. “Doing this alone hasn’t been working, so finding older mahk to advise you is the best idea.” Zie shrugged him off, the misery clear on his face. “But now they’ve followed me and I might endanger another entire sylvas network of clan enclaves.” “You don’t know that,” Davitts said, more sharply than he’d intended. “We have no idea if those ghost stories are even true.” “There are enough tellings that the stories spring from somewhere.” Zie’s ears flattened against his head in obvious misery. “Enough eye witnesses who carry actual fear away with them, not storytelling fear. They’ve hunted me long enough. I know when I hear stories of them. But now…now they have learned. Changed. Taken away my last hope of refuge. Don’t believe me if you like. All of my instincts scream that they’ve followed me onto the waves.” “It’s a terrible thing to suspect.” Ess gathered him close and this time Zie leaned into the embrace. “I can’t imagine living with this fear as long as you have.” Zie sighed and let himself be soothed for a moment before he shoved away again. “When we reach shore, I’ll run. You both need to stay with the ship and sail back home as soon as possible.” “Absolutely not.” Ess’s mouth had set in a stubborn line. “You must! Please. Promise me you will.” Tears welled in Zie’s eyes. “I can’t… I can’t watch them kill you both.” Davitts joined them on the bed, one hand on Ess’s thigh, the other hand taking Zie’s gently. “We just won’t die, then. We’re not abandoning you when we land. You can beg and plead all you like, but you need us with you.” “I… Davs…” Zie flung himself against Davitts’ chest and burst into tears. At least he wasn’t arguing anymore. Happy Friday, everyone! This week, I'm reading a flash fiction piece to you from Jeff Baker, who does a lot of weird horror and science fiction short stories and flash pieces. This particular one is from a prompt and is a little shivery :o Come have a listen!  About Jeff:
A columnist for Queer Sci Fi, Jeff Baker has been a truck driver, a stand-up comic, a medical courier and a full-time writer. He has been published in “The Necronomicon of Solar Pons” among other places. Baker blogs and posts fiction at authorjeffbaker About the character Bryce Going: The wandering Bryce Going first came into being for the “Monday Flash Fics” site in March of 2018. The prompt picture was of a young man entering an alley looking anxiously behind him. I immediately felt he was on the run and began to figure out why. Setting the series in the 1970s before omnipresent security cameras and cellphones that could be used to turn in a teenage Gay runaway fit perfectly. I named him “Bryce Going” after actress Joanna Going and because he was going somewhere. The “Bryce” was after a late college buddy of mine. I wrote several flash stories about Bryce before I realized that I was emulating one of my favorite writers, Manly Wade Wellman who likewise had wanderers encounter the supernatural. |
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