From: [[]] The Hallowmas revellers pay court to you. They touch their masks respectfully as you pass. They press offerings of candle-stubs into your hands. Huffam scurries at your heels like a hungry dog. His pen is never still. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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