When I dream,
I dream of dark
for in the dark
I find my gift
I find my present
my pain
my shift
I find my heart
amid the twists
in the cosmic blurs of dreamy mists
But
As my dreams turn into dust
Alas!
Awake,
my mind is just.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” Edgar Alan Poe When I dream, I dream of dark for in the dark I find my gift I find my present my pain my shift I find my heart amid the twists in the cosmic blurs of dreamy mists But As my dreams turn into dust Alas! Awake, my mind is just.
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Chapter 1: In the Library
Grace has always been very smart for her age. So smart, in fact, that she was bumped up to the next grade and will be attending the fourth grade next year. She was a little worried because she’ll be the youngest kid in class at just 8 years old, but she had more important things to think about at the moment. Her birthday would soon be here. Grace sat on the windowsill in her library and hugged her knees to her chest. She stared down at the large yard below, all her toys and swing set sitting unused. She often daydreamed about playing out there with a little brother or sister, or even a few friends. Grace didn’t have any friends. She was teased at school for being nerdy with her big square glasses and large front teeth. Her stringy blonde hair was a target of ridicule, too. The kids called her spaghetti head. Her parents, Dr. and Mrs. Cooper weren’t mean. They just didn’t understand her. Father is a very practical thinker. Whenever she asked for a brother or sister, he would say very simply, “but they would be so much younger than you. You’d have nothing in common.” A knock on the door made her jump. Her mother stood in the doorway smiling. “Hello, sweetheart. A penny for your thoughts?” she came to sit next to her daughter. Grace thought about it for a moment, and then she started to cry. “I’m lonely, Mama.” Mrs. Cooper looked very sad. “I have an idea,” she said with a smile. “For your birthday this weekend, we’ll invite your twins!” “My twins?” Grace asked, removing her glasses to wipe away tears. “Yes, Pumpkin. The children who were born on the exact same day as you. We’ll put an ad in the paper for it. How does that sound?” Grace smiled at the thought of meeting new friends. “I think I’d like that, Mama.” Chapter 2: The Arrivals As it turns out, there were three other kids in the area who’d been born on the same exact day as Grace, so when August 17th rolled around on Saturday, she could hardly contain her excitement. This was going to be the best birthday ever. She skipped around the house, prepared games in the backyard, and pestered her mom to the point of exhaustion. At long last, the first guest arrived. In all her excitement, Grace ran to open the door, but she hadn’t realized it was locked and ran into it very hard, making a loud THUMP echo through the main hall. She fell flat on her back. “Good grief, Grace! Are you okay?” Her mother asked. Grace sat up on the ground and fixed her glasses. “Yeah, I’m okay.” “Are you sure? Because you just ran into a solid oak door.” Grace stood and straightened out her clothes. “Yes, I’m fine.” She opened the door to a very tall, thin woman with a shock of red hair, lots of freckles and a bright yellow dress. Standing next to her was a young boy who looked almost exactly like her. “Hello,” Grace said. “Hello,” the woman replied. “Hello,” Grace’s mother chimed in. “I’m not gonna do it,” the boy said, crossing his arms. “Do what?” Grace asked curiously. “I’m not gonna say hello after three have been said. This is uncomfortable enough as it is. I’m Phelix, with a ph, because my parents are mean.” Phelix flashed a smile at his mother, who was a little red in the face. Grace smiled. “Hi Phelix with a ph. I’m Grace… um, with a G,” she said a little awkwardly. Phelix grinned at her, and Grace turned very red in the face. “Please, come in,” Grace’s mother opened the door wide. They’d barely gotten into the living room when the doorbell rang again. “You gonna throw yourself at it again?” Phelix asked playfully. “No, I didn’t …” but she stopped suddenly at the loud voices echoing through the house. It was a very chubby boy and girl arguing with each other. “This the Cooper place?” The harassed-looking lady with them asked. “Don’t be stupid, Myrna. Of course it is. Don’t you see the two idiots over there?” the boy pointed at Grace and Phelix. “Yes, please come in,” Grace’s mother said a little uncertainly. The boy and girl marched in and walked right up to Grace and Phelix. “I’m Buz. This is my sister, Dana. Who are you, four-eyes?” “Um, I’m Grace, and this is Phelix,” she said quietly. Phelix looked very angry. “What’s up with you, freckles?” Buzz asked Phelix. The room went very quiet, and Grace realized this was very clearly not going to be the best birthday ever. Chapter 3: Payback Two hours later, it became quite clear that the parents were either not around on purpose, or have fallen into one of the hunting traps Grace’s father keeps in the basement. In any case, the point was plain as day: They were on their own. In the field behind her house, Grace and Phelix sat down behind the trunk of a large tree. They were both trying to catch their breath and remove dirt and bugs from various parts of their body. Buz and his sidekick sister, Dana, initiated a game of Manhunt and were taking the hunting part rather seriously. So far, Dana has thrown Grace into a muddy swamp and threw rocks at her as she tried to get out, and Buz sat on top of Phelix trying to force bugs into his mouth while smearing mud all over his face. They were filthy and, quite obviously, losing this vicious war against the bigger, meaner kids. “What were you thinking inviting them here?!” Phelix asked in an angry tone. “I didn’t realize they’d be this mean,” Grace retorted tearfully. “I don’t have any siblings, and I don’t have any friends, so mom came up with the idea about a twin birthday, and…” “Twin? Never mind, I don’t wanna know. Listen, Grace. There are always going to be people like that against people like us, so you have to be careful. You have to fight back.” Grace wiped the tears and dirt from her face. “What do you mean?” Phelix grinned widely. “I have an idea.” Several minutes later, Dana and Buz were stomping through the field and trees looking for their prey. Every now and then, one of them would yell out a name, as if Grace and Phelix were dumb enough to answer. Phelix’s idea was absolutely brilliant, and all Grace had to do was bring attention to herself. She came out from behind the big tree and stood in the middle of the trail. “You guys are being very mean!” she yelled, with hands on her hips. “This is MY house and MY party and I want you to stop being mean to us this instant!” Dana and Buz came onto the path and stopped several yards in front of Grace. They both started laughing at her. “You standing up to us pipsqueak?” Dana asked in her mean little voice. “Yes, actually, I AM!” “Where’s your little friend? Not here to protect you?” Buz asked as he started moving toward her slowly, looking very big and very mean. As soon as Buz stepped on the line in the dirt Phelix had drawn just a few minutes before, Grace screamed, “NOW!” and fell down to her belly. She heard a loud WHOOSH of a long, leafy branch flying over her head and then…THUNK! “Ohhh, ouch,” Buz groaned miserably from several hundred feet away from Grace. “I think I broke my spleen,” Dana whined. Grace stood up, dusted herself off and grinned back at Phelix, who was rightfully looking quite pleased with himself. Chapter 4: The Truce By the time Buz and Dana finally got off the ground and back to the house, Grace and Phelix had already had cake and were playing a video game on the television. “No, Grace, the idea is to hold onto the remote control while bowling. Letting go of it does nothing except destroy things, as you’ve already done with that lamp.” Phelix said in an amused tone. “I don’t understand why I have to hold it when the ball on the screen is moving too.” “For someone so smart, you’re awfully dumb, Grace Cooper,” he said playfully. “And don’t think we haven’t noticed you two come in,” he added with a glance at the very dirty and sore looking siblings. For a long moment, they just sat there and stared at each other. “Do you, um, think we can play a little?” Buz asked finally in a quiet tone. Grace paused the game and turned around to stare at them. She was still a little angry about how they behaved today. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to forgive them just yet. The sad and very ashamed look on their faces made her change her mind, however. Her mother always tells her that forgiveness is an Angel’s gift and that we should all strive to be as just and kind as Angels. “Do you promise to be nice?” She asked. “Yes,” Dana said, nodding her head. Everyone looked at Buz, who was staring at the floor. “Yes, I promise,” he said finally. “That was a really clever move. I admire that.” Phelix and Buz slowly grinned at each other. A truce and a bond seemed to grow between them at that moment. “There’s cake in the fridge,” Grace said, and with that, she received three new “twin” friends, each as different as the next. Into the wild
away we go Match with the demon and dance in the show Hold onto your will prepare for the fight Open your eyes to the monster in the night Dive deep into the water Sink hard into the earth Fly high into the air Set fire to the hearth For this state of mind It all seems so right Solace, it brings this monster in the night By Andrew Zechariah Wolfe
A beautiful creature stowed away in the quiet. Trapped in a prison of plenty. The object of desire, she pants for less. Suffering the want of all that look on her, there is no hope. Trapped in the blinding glare, she longs for that which is mild, and the humility of the unassuming. To desire that which does not desire me, is the cruelty to which life has committed me.
By Andrew Zechariah Wolfe
Listen to the recorded reading of The Ailing Nature of Man here
It lies inside a man To for his own seek A vice that is shared of both mighty and meek This ailing nature to us bequeathed This danger gives visit A blade unsheathed "Prevention is possible!" A prediction too bold For an uncracked book Is a story untold Knowledge long stowed on the shelf or the hearth Makes perilous our paths A menace on earth Our lend heads for a day of ruin and wracking Belabored more by neglect of our gifts, then by burden of lacking The world forges in fire New nations and people's For creeds and beliefs they build statues and steeples. The world for a time Hark! Dwell in love lost want Oh man, take your courage And suffer not daunt The world is remade amongst the throng As feet turn to dancing And lips turn to song A question remains: Shall it be tyranny of right? Or freedom of wrong? By Andrew Zechariah Wolfe
Listen to the recorded reading of The Two Mountains here
A story that's told When people get old Is a story that's tragic, lonely any cold A story of loss They bereft of their grace Do sit without purpose A tired look on their face The truth is, the story is a murmur A suspicion gone awry This molehill now a mountain It's peaks in the sky This story, this estimation, this conviction untold Do we, oh so many Come ourselves to behold Now owning our share of this so oft' feared fate We reflect on our lives with our saddled half gate This mountain of loathe, at thought shuddered and pined Was not there at all, it was all in our mind We don't see it now because our minds we trust less Our heart's and our souls are what long for redress We fancy the finer things The gold as it were (hard got) This gold you can't find in the deepest of thought It's the gold of love, from moment to moment That gives us our joy, and life it's atonement Atop the substance of a moment, we can look down Upon this mountain so sage, our age is our crown. Listen closely with open ears
You will learn more than you hear Singing a tune, soft and light Drawing you subtly near. Their words, divine and pure, wronged for all their good, because the anxious ears they fall upon don’t know them like they should. The angels weep for mercy On this unfortunate, misled soul, to grasp at all the knowledge, and fill the gaping hole. The truth is quite simple, But words will not suffice; The soul must be willing To give this sacrifice. Forgiveness is a wonder That many cannot define It rumbles through our hearts And creates the world, divine. But it’s all over now, It’s all gone, you see, No more crying Our hearts are free. The angels still weep But we cry no more we’ve turned down the lights and we’ve closed the door I, who sweep with my besom and cleanse with my sage,
cast in the night, as well as in day. I dance by the fire under a moonlit sky And seek to ascend to the Masters’ high A Witch A Wild Witch, I Am. I chant to the sun, And sing to the moon I pray to the Goddess With a priestess’ croon. A Witch A Wild Witch, I’ll be. I bide the Wiccan Law, I must, In perfect love and perfect trust. I live by this oath and bring no ill, “An’ it harm none, do what ye will.” God, I’m an idiot. If I’d listened to him, I wouldn’t be sitting here staring into the face of a very harassed-looking Chaos, watching her destroy everything I’ve worked hard to keep as my own. She drew fire down from the sky and destroyed my house; she caused the earth to quake for an entire hour in my city only; and to top it off, she has me strapped to Wayne the Wounded Willow. His branches pinned my arms to my sides and crushingly squeezed my chest and abdomen, slowly suffocating me. He’s enjoying it far too much for my taste. His bark keeps stabbing me in random places all over my body. I should’ve been more alert. I knew this was coming. I was just minding my own business, trying to clean up my mess, when Chaos suddenly appeared in my living room as fire and smoke. “I’m very disappointed in you, Discord,” she said by way of greeting. “Oh?” I responded, sipping my water. “Why is that?” Then I added “Ma’am” for good measure. She hates that, and it was probably a bad move. Her eyes turned fire red, glowing like red hot coals. There was massive heat, then blackness, and now Wayne the Wounded Willow. Wayne demands we recognize him by his full title or he becomes exceedingly insufferable. I'd oblige if he wasn't hugging me like some Nature-made straightjacket. “Now you can’t run from me,” Chaos wore a triumphant smile. It’s hard to catch me off guard, but she’s one of the few people in the Governing Clan that can restrain me. She’s pretty creative about it, too. Leashing me to Wayne the Wounded Willow was a clever idea, considering she knew my Thought would not allow me to escape easily, given the circumstances. “I’d never dream of it. Now what do you want?” Chaos pierced me with her curious black eyes. “You don’t seem surprised to see me.” I let out a sigh of impatience because Wayne was getting a little too enthusiastic about tightening his grip. “Order tried to tell me to leave the girl alone. He'd mentioned you’d be cross if I didn’t listen. Said you’ve taken a liking to her for some reason.” I grinned thinking it’ll be a cold day in Hel when Chaos actually likes anyone for the sake of affection. Chaos consorts too often with Reason. She narrowed her eyes and glided closer, coming almost nose to nose with me. “Let me get this straight,” she hissed, “you knew I wouldn’t like it, and you did it anyway? Why? Why would you do such a thing?! How stupid can you be?” “I couldn’t help it!” I yelled, surprising myself. Chaos widened her eyes a little and stepped back a foot. Wayne tightened his branches. “Errrg… Wayne, lighten up a bit. I can’t breathe!” Chaos nodded slightly, and the grip loosened. “I couldn’t help it. How could I possibly avoid Harmony?” It took a long time for Chaos to answer. In the meantime, she stared at me with a wondrous expression, then she huffed and started pacing angrily. Smoke began to form at the hem of her lava-orange dress. Her golden curls bounced furiously on her shoulders. “You can’t be that thick,” she whispered, half to herself. She stopped in front of me and searched my eyes for any form of deceit. She couldn’t find any. “You can’t avoid her, Discord. She is one of your opposites, and this one is polar. Usually, the Poles have to bend to meet, and that causes the line to crack and snap the opposites back into their place. When that happens, I am suddenly working overtime while your dad takes a vacation. I’m not having it!” It made sense why Chaos didn’t want Harmony and I to meet then. She was right to worry, clearly. She looks haggard and overworked. “I’m sorry,” I breathed out. No excuse would work. It’s my fault Harmony is where she is; it’s why I have to clean up another mess, and why Chaos has me tied to the worst tree in the world. “Discord,” Chaos said quietly, “you should have listened to Order. You will always crave her, but because you are my son, that means the further you get from your Pole in romantic endeavors, the more destruction you’ll bring unless you make a trained, conscious effort not to.” She breathed out so heavily, I thought she was going to sink right into the earth. “No matter now, though. You have to fix this, Discord. Harmony is the one I need to settle the World. There are natural disasters, social corruption, and violence everywhere. Do you think I enjoy this?” “Is that a trick question?” “Shut up, smart mouth, and listen. I don’t like to be the only one working. Yes, I enjoy what I do, but I also enjoy what the other half does. Harmony is needed for Order to be heard. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Release him Wayne,” she barked. Wayne the Wounded Willow hesitated for just a moment and then released me, albeit reluctantly. I smiled. Even Wayne won’t cross Chaos, especially when she’s tired. “So what’s the job then?” Chaos stared at me with those black eyes, eyes I shared with her, along with her dark complexion. I look like my dad in the face, though, which is probably why I get away with as much as I do. All at once, the smoke stopped and the world became eerily quiet, as if Time had dropped into the wood for this moment. “Do you really love her?” “Yes,” I said emphatically, and I meant it. “Okay, well, this is going to take a lot of focus and work on your part, son. You sure you’re ready?” I just met her stare. I’m not going to say it again. There in the wood with Wayne as witness, my mother told me where to find Harmony, but told me I would have to come up with a plan to release her. This would not only save Harmony, but me as well. I haven’t been well lately. I’ve stopped seeing Sleep. I just can’t be with her after what I did to Harmony. Sleep can be a viciously jealous bitch, and her revenge generally comes in the form of faces of people I’ve hurt or seen hurt and done nothing. I left the wood in deep thought, not even noticing the life swarming around me. I have no idea how I’m going to get her out, but I have to try. They had to quarantine Harmony because my Dis Self wanted to destroy something, and she was the closest, easiest target. The problem won’t be in the chance of Dis getting hold of Harmony, but in getting Indifferent, the Institute Warden, to release her to me. Indifferent doesn’t like me much. I can’t blame her, really. I’m the one who sends most of her patients there, including Patience herself. Someone from the White Clan always releases them, though. Of late, I’ve been working a little too closely with the Black Clan. I should work on that. In any case, as I expected, Indifferent wasn’t willing to let Harmony be released to me. She was waiting for someone from the White Clan, who would be arriving any moment. It was no use arguing with Indifferent. Without emotion, there is no fire or wiggle room for persuasion. As I stood contemplating what to do next, a strong wind picked up and the front door of the Institute banged open. Order came striding in, dressed in his rainbow robe, and wearing a smile that could make Immorality do his bidding. “Hi Dad,” I smirked at him. His robe always looks a little silly against his pale skin and gray hair. “Son.” Order turned his clear blue glaze at Indifferent, who was, naturally, indifferent to his allure. He smiled his charming smile anyway, and Indifferent, to my surprise, softened a little. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, my parents can really be show-offs. “Hi Indifferent. How are you?” “Well, Order. You are here to see Evil again?” “No. Not this time,” he looked a sidelong glance at his son and cleared his throat. “I’m here to vouch for Discord. Let Harmony out to him.” Indifferent looked almost scandalized. It took her a moment, but like the power of Chaos, nobody questions the power of Order. She leaned over and pushed a few buttons. A loud buzz echoed off the walls, and several yards away a heavy cement door clicked and slid open. I held my breath and waited for that brown-haired beauty to come striding out in her light blue gown with its dark brown stripe straight down the middle the length of the dress. That dress is probably what got me hooked to her. It fit her vivaciously curvy body perfectly. She looked strong and stable in it, ironically enough. She didn’t come out. The three of us glanced at one another before moving quickly down the hall. This is definitely not a good sign. As we got closer, we heard talking and felt the presence of people who weren’t supposed to be there. The room was crowded. Standing in a deep blue suit was Sadness, looking overly pleased with herself. Flanking her right was Anger in his blood-red shirt and black pants; Anxiety to her left in his piss-yellow knee-length robe and bare feet. Behind them was the one I really didn’t want to see here. Pitch black from head to toe with no face was the Shadow of Fear. He or She is the one in the Black Clan even the members avoid. What’s Fear even doing here? What does she fear? Me? My stomach dropped and my breath hitched. I hope it’s not me she fears. “How did you get in here? You’re not authorized.” Indifferent said coolly. “Come now, you know how this works,” Sadness said quietly. “The two clans are related to Thought, and what Thought wants, Thought gets,” Sadness spread her fingers out and shrugged as if to say, ‘what can you do?’ “No matter that. Why are you here then? White should have been here earlier to release her” Indifferent said as she stared at Harmony, who was sitting quietly in the corner, staring off at nothing in particular. That’s when I saw it, before Sadness even said it. “Oh, we’re both here, dear. White and Black. Not everyone, of course. No one person can feel all of us at once. Unfortunately, because the memories she has of you, Discord, the emotions are confusing, and Thought is responding to all of them. You know Thought. They don’t have much independent thought of their own. Thought is both the beginning and the ending of life itself,” she uttered quietly. Sadness had a knack for looking devastated and enjoying it. “If you’ll see, Happiness and Joy are over there trying to cheer her up, and Peace has been wrapped around her since we got here. She’s too protected for us to do anything at the moment, but she’s shut down mentally because there are too many of us here. If she doesn’t come out of it, though, Dis will come for her.” Anger grinned wickedly. Indifferent shifted. She wasn’t always Indifferent. Once upon a time, she was Different. When In found her, she felt the shivering ice cold numbness of everything inside her. That lasted for weeks until she couldn’t feel anymore. Briefly, I wondered what Dis, In’s brother, would do to Harmony. I stepped closer to Harmony. Anger blocked my way with Fear close behind him. Sadness smiled sorrowfully. “We can’t let you get near her. That would give White too much power, because you’re here to save her. We’d rather you didn’t. You see, Dis has a way of rewarding us when we bring new members to him. We’ll just stay until she calls him to her with Thought. It’ll be nice to finally have Harmony on our side.” “You can’t do that!” I yelled and moved forward. Order grabbed hold of me. When I looked at his face, my heart dropped. Dis and his brothers In and Un are probably the most unpleasant Beings in existence, save for Evil, but there is nothing Order or any of the others in the Governing Clan can do about them. They must exist. Always. My heart broke when I looked back at the dirty young woman on the ground in the corner, who had her knees pulled to her chest with her skinny arms wrapped around them and her forehead against her knees to hide hiding her eyes from the blinding colors in the room. There’s nothing I can do. I should leave. I turned to walk away when a thunderous sound came bellowing down the halls. A form in a forest green gown and soil brown skin materialized in front of us wearing a laurel of white flowers. Her eyes were black as night and a pit that would make even the Shadow of Fear recoil. “I think that’s enough of you, Sadness,” Chaos said quietly, but even in the low tone, it was threatening. “Now, Chaos,” Anger butted in, “you know that’s now how it works. She has to stop feeling or thinking about us before we can go, and we’re not about to let that happen.” Anger had a menacing feel to his stance that was almost funny. Chaos stood there and seemed to get taller, more imposing. Everyone went silent. Anxiety began to shift nervously from one foot to another. His eyes darted all over the place, trying to look everywhere except at Chaos, who was now staring down the Shadow of Fear. Order smiled and stepped up next to Chaos and stared at the Shadow. After a few moments, the Shadow cackled and melted into the wall. Sadness looked uncomfortable, and Anger looked livid. Anxiety whimpered and stared at the wall where the Shadow escaped. The little brown curls on top of Harmony’s head began to shake as Fear left, and Anxiety after that, then Anger, and finally, reluctantly, Sadness. Harmony lifted her head and looked right at me with those big, red-rimmed eyes the color of new spring leaves. They seemed to ask, “why?” As in, “why are you here?” Happiness, Joy, and Peace left too. The only ones in the room now were me, Harmony, Order, Chaos, and Indifferent. Thought settled all around us. The room seemed to sizzle and steam with the removal of all emotions. Nobody should ever have so many from each clan at once. It could literally become explosive. I walked over and slid down the wall to sit next to Harmony. We both looked up at my parents, Order smiling brightly in his ridiculous robe and Chaos looking serious, yet relieved in all her brown and green glory. Indifferent almost smiled (at least I think she did) and walked away, leaving the four of us alone. Chaos stepped forward and spoke, her voice like a prophetic Oracle, as if she were channeling someone else: “More often than not, opposites cannot come together. The stress of meeting will break the line as the poles try to pull together, and that threatens the safety of the entire world. Sometimes, however,” and at that she became a week and almost stumbled. Order moved closer and wrapped his arm her around the waist to stabilize her. “Sometimes,” he continued for Chaos, “it works to the betterment of mankind because when the poles stick, it creates a circle and connects everyone with a fluid flow instead of the forceful back and forth on a line. “Opposites usually need to work separately, albeit cooperatively. With collaboration, love, and communication, however, we can achieve something that catapults humankind into another level to reach the primary goal: Complete Balance. “Going forward, you must listen to us both. By not heeding my warning, Son, you nearly destroyed us all. It’s important for you to remember that you are never alone when trying to fix your life. We are always here with you, the entire Governing Clan: Time, Death, Stability, Disorder, Ignorance, Intelligence, Will, Weakness… we’re all here for each other. You must remember that. No matter how much we disagree and fight, we are all aiming for the same goal. All of us, except, of course, Evil and Purity. Those two are their own opposites. Their poles create the Universe, which is why they need to stay separated. Even one of the lines with the poles, such as Harmony and Discord, we leave an gap for those universal polarities to place themselves. “Won’t that create Balance?” Harmony asked “No,” Order and Chaos said at once. “Their polarity is what creates life,” Order said more calmly. “Evil and Purity are too large for one race. That’s why we have a Governing Clan that has split the different aspects of each of the poles, to create the lines and web that hold the matter of this world together. Should Evil and Purity come together as one, our web will cease to exist, and the Earth will dissipate,” Chaos finished with a tired seriousness that brooked no room for questions. We sat quietly for a few moments before Harmony took a deep breath, smiled and said, “Way to go, dummy, you nearly killed us all. How about we get the Hel out of here and figure out how we can help contribute to the Balance rather than, you know, destroy it.” I snorted. “That sounds good to me.” |
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