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Tue
22
Jul
2008

The door was opened by Ferl, but as Olive and Styg stepped into the musty foyer, she barely even noticed him. Instead, it was his companion that seized her attention -- a black shape, suggestive of a large-dog and so dark she couldn't tell, even as sharp sunlight cut into the house, where the creature stopped and its shadow began.


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