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Golden Kabala!

Art by Luis Royo
It's cold and wet in the swamp; your skin is clammy; the metal like ice against you. But above, in the trees, are warm, reddish brown clouds, casting heat on your skin and the metal. As fast as the flight of an arrow, chills run to warmth and back again. DIANA, intruder in the fable of the trolls.

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