Chapter 21
While Isabella counted…suddenly…the boardroom in Shangri-la began to heave violently…
It was alive…!
Baphomet, the embodiment of all evil, had somehow enchanted his consciousness into the boardroom space.
Suddenly the bits and bobs, splinter and bric-à-brac once a lavish and massive acacia boardroom table; now dismembered asunder, erupted off the floor…like a shot…
Then…
Each of the broken pieces of the boardroom table came to life as an individual gargoyle. Then, in what seemed like an instant, the formed gruesome gargoyle horde spewing dragon’s breath fire from their bellies encircled Baphomet and worshipped him…thanking him for life.
Metty, Isabella’s guardian angel witnessing the macabre spectacle remarked in blasé fashion:
“Huh, His Evilness (Baphomet) is up to his old tricks, bamboozling the elements into thinking he is a god! How un-original!”
Isabella whispered to Metty:
“His theatrics are just an illusion, never mind the “gargoyles.” But, this is the perfect setup under which to appear to run away, (aka time travel to Stonehenge to lure him into the ancient prison and lock him away for good).
Hopefully, our escape is enough enticement for Baphomet to follow. Let’s go. Ready? 1..2..3.”
With only her thought as her rudder, Isabella slipped inside her shadow, which to the untrained eye appeared as angel wings. Isabella traveled swiftly inside time and space accompanied by Metty. His wings’ feathers curled and crumpled from the speed of their inter-dimension trip.
In no time, the two souls arrived at the outer edge of Stonehenge…It was a sunny crisply fresh January day in the plains of South West England—in a land famous for its stone monuments and for its white horses.
Throngs of the almost eight thousand daily visitors to Stonehenge mingled —some in groups about the sacred monument basked in the warming midday sun.
There was a still quiet about the energy-charged atmosphere as if…
…as if the legendary spirits (if one believed in such things) of this place were waiting for something to happen…today!
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“What, I am starved,” said Isabella, (ignoring Metty’s disapproving frown) as she resumed taking large bites out of a crisp juicy golden delicious apple she had helped herself to without permission from a vendor close by.
Isabella also helped herself to a banana and a large glass of lemonade from the same makeshift vendor stall run by a little girl just outside the entrance to Stonehenge.
“Your feathers are crooked!” said the plucky nine-year-old at the makeshift fruit and lemonade stand, pointing at Metty.
Metty although cloaked from human eyes: he was well aware that children and those with “sight” could see him as he truly was. Pretending to be startled, Metty glanced at Isabella:
“She can see me!!”
Isabella burst out laughing:
“Ahahaha, as they say in the spy business “you’ve been made” Metty, so much for your divine cloak of invisibility.”
The young girl, dressed in a Druid costume, giggled and replied, “Homey, you angels should do a better job on your “disguises,” fuh real dudes!”
Metty mumbled as he shook his body to resettle his wing feathers from his time-travel encounter, “Gad dong it, everyone in this century seems to be a fashion critic!”
While Metty was speaking, the young girl extended her right hand for payment.
Metty reached into his breast pocket and handed her one of his ancient gold coins.
“This should take care of you and your family for generations, young lady.”
Gobsmacked at the coin, the young girl replied to Metty: “I don’t think I have change for this Mr. “Secret” Angel.”
“None required young lady.” Said Metty as Isabella grabbed another apple, eating voraciously as the two left the young girl’s makeshift vendor stall and entered Stonehenge’s formal grounds.
Out of nowhere on an otherwise clear day…A great mist appeared. It was Isabella’s ancestors.
They encircled Isabella and Metty well aware of what she was about to do, namely ensnare Baphomet for good in the hidden prison.
Suddenly Isabella felt strange. She felt as if, she had something to say… it was on the tip of her tongue but her mind was taking its time in the recall.
Much to her dismay, Isabella uttered words she did not know she knew. She had never learned the extinct language of ancient Sumer. Yet she began to speak in that tongue. She said:
“Enem inim ginanita eve’s calendar adama ki enesur [Unfasten the fixed door between all dust* and Eve’s Calendar (Stonehenge)]”
[*The expression “all dust” means the dust of all who have ever walked the earth…as in “dust to dust…ashes to ashes.”]
In a split second, all hell broke loose…
A host of dark angels appeared in the thickening fog. Each dark angel rode on one of the gargoyles Baphomet had conjured up in the Shangri La boardroom.
As if in response to some silent curtail call…
And making his grand entrance…
…as a beacon of “light” (aka “The Bright Morning Star”) was Baphomet.
He appeared taller than she remembered. He hovered in the sky seemingly on a cloud and levitated among his followers (the dark angels and gargoyles).
The truth was that Baphomet had employed supra-advanced technology for inter-dimensional travel for millenia. His flying “ability” is a hoax. The “cloud” covered his bio-engineered chariot from view.
Baphomet and his inglorious hoodlum horde were about one hundred strong and armed with poisoned firey darts, which they could levitate by the hundreds and pelt at will.
With a flick of his wrist, the unspeakable happened. Baphomet ordered his followers to open fire on the unsuspecting innocents (humans) visiting the sacred monument!
Isabella’s ancestors rushed about the battlefield (Stonehenge), engaging the dark angels with their iridium swords. Her ancestors’ iridium sword flashed amber whenever they destroyed a fiery dart. But there were too many darts, and they were coming in fast and hot…
The hundreds of darts looked like a plague of locusts descending in wave after wave from the sky…silent, ominous, relentless…
Meanwhile…
Suddenly Baphomet took off his goat mask and laughed. His voice boomed and vibrated 360 degrees, giving the hearer the impression that the sound originated inside the hearer’s mind.
Baphomet holding his goat mask in his hand uttered words no one present understood. It was a primordial incantation to shape-shift himself into another persona…
His peculiar transformation was mind-bending. It was as if he took off his physical body like a garment and put on another in the blink of an eye.
Isabella could not contain her shock at the sight of who Baphomet changed his appearance to become…
Isabella’s gut was wrenched with the pained recognition that, for the last three-plus days, she had been “played.” The person into whom Baphomet now shape-shifted or whatever necromancy he used to pull off his seemingly epic transfiguration was…
…the headless foe with his severed head in his hand calling himself Legion that Isabella had encountered days ago in Dubai!
Thus, it was Baphomet/Legion who rose out of a Persian area rug in the Jumeirah Beach Hotel room occupied by Isabella a few days ago.
Legion’s (Baphomet) words now stung Isabella’s soul as they replayed in her mind like a scene from a Hitchcock episode:
“I am Legion, for we are many. You don’t know me, but you know what I want!”
Now Isabella understood that…
…from the moment she jumped off the Burj Al Arab three-plus days ago, Baphomet had been orchestrating behind the scenes to get her here to reveal the prison…the prison intended for him and his inter-dimensional hoodlum hordes. A place that has been hidden from his immortal “sight” by magic for millennia.
Isabella said:
“I get it… it has never been about the flaming sword carried about in my half-angel, half-human bloodstream, that was a smoke screen.”
Isabella looked at Metty, her pained expression revealed her sudden awareness of the gravity of their present situation.
Isabella continued:
“THIS, all of it —has been Baphoment’s doing somehow: my fall off the roof at the Burj Al Arab, my choice to open The Door to save my life, my travel to Shangri-La, where my fake death was orchestrated!
…It has all been to awaken from my subconscious that ancient incantation that I just spoke to unlock Eve Calendar’s (Stonehenge) prison. Dear God… what have I done!”
****To Be Continued Next Sunday****
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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapters 15 & 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
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The suspense goes on, in an interesting way, Suzette! It’s taking a shape of a novel.
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So pleased you are enjoying and noting the story’s novella vibe, Kaushal.
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Always a pleasure, Suzette!
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It gets more and more exciting. I feel another horrendous confrontation approaching. A will she will he moment! Where will it be played out?
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Right you are, my friend! Well spotted…”a horrendous confrontation: to come…!
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Great writing My Friend.
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Thank you, I appreciate you.
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Cheers.
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Oh no! I hope she can avert the crisis. Great writing Suzette.
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Yes, a crisis tends to bring out the best in our heroine…more to come.
Thank you for your support, my friend.
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Looking forward to reading more.
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Okay!! Awesome.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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👡It was alive…!
Baphomet, the embodiment of all evil, had somehow enchanted his consciousness into the boardroom space.👡
Scary to think that evil could make that space come alive
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Yes, scary is a good word.
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😂, yes, enough to make one go bonkers
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Yes, yikes!!
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👡individual gargoyle👡
Ah gurgling or gargling fire
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Both work for me…gurgling fire sounds worse somehow, though!!
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Yes, like the death throttle -gorrel- one hears before someone dies
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Indeed!!
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See how good you are with written sound effects?
Excellent.
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Hehehe…I try. Thank you!!
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You are welcome.
You most certainly do.
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Thank you!!
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👡encircled Baphomet and worshipped him…thanking him for life.👡
Oh my gosh evil gives life?
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Evil can give “gifts” too, according to the scriptures eh!
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I have to do my reading on this.
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👡Huh, His Evilness (Baphomet) is up to his old tricks, bamboozling the elements into thinking he is a god! How un-original!”👡
Ok, so it was powerful sorcery?
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Yes, indeed!!
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👡His theatrics are just an illusion, never mind the “gargoyles.” But, this is the perfect setup under which to appear to run away, (aka time travel to Stonehenge to lure into the ancient prison and lock him away for good).👡
Mhmmm, but they were taken aback nonetheless
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Yes, they were!! Good point.
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Thank you.
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👡With only her thought as her rudder, Isabella slipped inside her shadow, which to the untrained eye appeared as angel wings. Isabella traveled swiftly inside time and space accompanied by Metty. His wings’ feathers curled and crumpled from the speed of their inter-dimension trip.👡
These are wormholes, they pass through?
I need to spend time imagining this –
So did the wings age in that moment when they traveled inside space and tim3
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Worm holes or passageways, yes. There is no linear time in the wormhole, so they do not age. But, effects of travel on beings as in feathers curling from the effects of the energy released from the speed of light may occur ( in the author’s opinion).
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Yes, I can see it in a movie
It’s the theory I must grip.
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Okay!!
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👡In no time, the two souls arrived at the outer edge of Stonehenge…It was a sunny crisply fresh January day in the plains of South West England—in a land famous for its stone monuments and for its white horses👡
You use the term souls here.
What happened to their earthly bodies in this moment?
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Souls here is metaphor. The author meant their whole being..physical as well. Apologies.
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Ok, I thought their souls left their earthly bodies when traveling in another dimension.
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That is a fabulous idea!!
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👡Throngs of the almost eight thousand daily visitors to Stonehenge mingled —some in groups about the sacred monument basked in the warming midday sun.👡
Speaking of tourism, these numbers are for real, and a mixture of local and international tourists?
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Yes, I believe these are the real numbers, and yes to local and international visitors.
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👡What, I am starved,” said Isabella, (ignoring Metty’s disapproving frown) as she resumed taking large bites out of a crisp juicy golden delicious apple she had helped herself to without permission from a vendor close by.👡
Oh ok, quite a feature.
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👡Isabella also helped herself to a banana and a large glass of lemonade from the same makeshift vendor stall run by a little girl just outside the entrance to Stonehenge.👡
In real life these are the scenes one would experience with street vendors and all.
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Yes, indeed!
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👡Metty although cloaked from human eyes: he was well aware that children and those with “sight” could see him as he truly was. Pretending to be startled, Metty glanced at Isabella:👡
Love this scene. I only seen it in a series about angels of death. Can’t remember the name now.
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Glad, you like it. Metty is unique!
I don’t know the series. I can only think of movies of this ilk.
P.S. I love thr pink slipper emoji in your comments…awesome!
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Yes, there were 3 interesting characters.
Yes, it fits perfectly
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They sure are!! Excellent!!
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👡The young girl, dressed in a Druid costume, giggled and replied, “Homey, you angels should do a better job on your “disguises,” fuh real dudes!”👡
Which age was this
But of course the language 🙄
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Regarding which age:
It is 21st century present day.
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Ok so the little one was just dressed in the costume
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Yes, apparently a common thing to do in that place!
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Adds to the ambience
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“Ambiance” for sure!
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😂, both spellings are accepted
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Lol, excellent!
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👡This should take care of you and your family for generations, young lady.”
Gobsmacked at the coin, the young girl replied to Metty: “I don’t think I have change for this Mr. “Secret” Angel.”
“None required young lady.” Said Metty as Isabella grabbed another apple, eating voraciously as the two left the young girl’s makeshift vendor stall and entered Stonehenge’s formal grounds.👡
Wow
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👡She had never learned the extinct language of ancient Sumer. Yet she began to speak in that tongue. She said:
“Enem inim ginanita eve’s calendar adama ki enesur [Unfasten the fixed door between all dust* and Eve’s Calendar (Stonehenge)]”👡
Wow, not speaking in tongues exactly but just for my understanding
She wasn’t trained in the ancient tongue?
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No, she was not trained perse, those words were in her deep subconscious…more to come on this…
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Ok because the grandmother had trained her fairly well in the other ancient skills… or am I running away with the story here?
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You have hit on upcoming point in the storyline…Yes correct!!
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Oh, I didn’t want to jump the gun.
Great!!
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No worries. Your perception is spot on!!
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When reading this book, yes
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“Book” awesome
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👡The truth was that Baphomet had employed supra-advanced technology for inter-dimensional travel for millenia. His flying “ability” is a hoax. The “cloud” covered his bio-engineered chariot from view.👡
Scary stuff, still we shouldn’t be shocked
The internet was in use long before it became accessible to the general public.
Feels like evil is eons ahead of the ordinary person
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👡With a flick of his wrist, the unspeakable happened. Baphomet ordered his followers to open fire on the unsuspecting innocents (humans) visiting the sacred monument!👡
Like chemical warfare
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Yes!!
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👡”I am Legion, for we are many. You don’t know me, but you know what I want!”👡
What a journey and point to return too.
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Indeed, creepy. He was making sure Isabella knew his deviousness was well planned in advance.
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He really took her on a wild goose chase, back to reality.
I guess she will nab him
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He sure did! Our heroine has her wits and lots of support…!
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👡A place that has been hidden from his immortal “sight” by magic for millennia.👡
Mhmmm, but he just knew about it?
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He knew of it but not where it was. And he knew she was his ticket to locate and open the prison.
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👡It has all been to awaken from my subconscious that ancient incantation that I just spoke to unlock Eve Calendar’s (Stonehenge) prison. Dear God… what have I done!”👡
What a schemer.
And a fast moving chapter
So brilliantly crafted – the whole setup – one could feel the evil through the pages
How will she manage to clothe herself in full armour
7 days to wait
👏👏👏, we traveled, thank you for the journey.
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Yes, Baphomet is indeed a complex schemer. He has had millenia to study human nature…But he does not known everything!!!
I like your question of clothing herself in armor, a fitting question/point going forward. Thank you for your deep thinking on the storyline. I appreciate you!!
Happy Sunday!!
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You are most welcome.
Thank you.
It is a pleasure.
Happy Sunday too.
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Thank you! Grace and Peace!
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Same for you.
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Thank you!
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This would make a fantastic graphic novel. I like the girl vendor character who sees them despite disguise.
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Aww, you are most kind, thank you. Yes, I enjoyed that courageous, intelligent young girl. She is pretty cool!
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Playing out in places I’ve visited and know well, Jumeirah Beach, Burj Al Arab, and especially Stonehenge, helps bring this fast-moving story alive in my mind. I need a lie-down!
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Oh wow Keith, that is serendipity for sure. Enjoy the rest up. More shenanigans to come…
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👍👍🥶🥶
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Thank you Jim. Happy Winter’s Day.
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loving this story Suzette! Its so engrossing, and so exciting! Keep it coming! 😁🤗🤗
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So glad you are enjoying it Carol Anne! Thank you. Sending hugs…
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I love the seemingly normal chat with the fruit seller girl in the middle of the chaos. I’m wondering if she reappears in the story somehow… Maggie
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You know, those little vignettes turn out to be more than they seem in these kind of tales…eh!
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