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Blog Post #105: The Reception

“Blood steaking down his brow, Arthur hobbled across an overgrown lawn, up a woodpile that once served as a front

A woman ambled through a double-swinging door, past a poker playing, rum guzzling, squint-eyed laughing men, and to a bar

‘Happy Birthday, Ol’ Sport!’ Phillip Edwin said into a looking glass, and, all but at once, his reflection beamed!

Horacio bowed his head. “None if it makes sense. We’re in position to make a difference but aren’t allowed to.”

Lauren stared at a sword tip an inch beyond her nose. “Eve, I’ve told you all there is to know.