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The Price of Gold
It was the end of the Before times, but since we didn’t know it yet, it was only the end of summer.

It was the end of the Before times, but since we didn’t know it yet, it was only the end of summer.

Before I was Wolfdog Mike, and before he was Domn Lupescu, we were just two poor dhampir boys on the corner of 218th and East Ave.

Elvira remembered everything.

“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.” I wonder if it’s a quote from the Bible or Star Wars.

You know the old pond is haunted, right?

It’s not dead.

Congratulations, you’re attending the billionaire destination wedding of the century.