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“When the Moon Melts” The dwarf’s hideous face retreated from the basement window, an array of grimy grey whiskers and a radish nose. “When the moon melts Chanted Mr. Plimsoul and the lady together. Wild shadows flickered around them, and they gestured toward the shut box, black and shiny as a beetle’s back. They seemed to be trying to compel the box to open or spontaneously erupt in flame…or something. “Casket of Augersaal, I command you: open!” Mr. Plimsoul shouted, making a weird gesture at the box. “By Neamiahas’ eye, by Qyudditch’s kin, I say: unfasten!” the lady hissed, her boa and her long arms gesturing in the flickering light of the braziers. The casket hopped on the sawhorses once, as if a person inside were being tickled or kicked, and then was still. A thin jet of purple smoke sizzled from one end of the casket… and then stopped. Kindle Edition on Amazon ($0.99).
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