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Incipimus Iterum and the Gathering

Incipimus Iterum and the Gathering

Incipimus Iterum and the Gathering (Chapter eight) It was late afternoon and the skies were cloudy. The day wasn’t hot but the breeze was humid and smelled of approaching summer. Allison is standing on the sidewalk, looking up at the imposing structure. The place is definitely old. The day was Monday, and she was fresh…

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