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Well, Son of Earth
got asked over to the mighty Montague Bookmill and could not refuse. What
a place this is.. a glorious selection of books, no one else around to
bother you (who needs 'audience' really..), and an old old building filled
with ghosts of troubles past. And we commenced to lulling, and it turned
pretty quiet. The plane was reached, and we met up there a while, mingling
and sharing tales. After again descending, we pulled in Willie Lane. He
plugged into our 'power d'magic' and became with us. The four on the
floor...
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