Frost clings to the trees, giving them a bluish hue. The clouds hang low in the air, yielding to their own weight of promised snow. But the castle is before you. Quiet. Seemingly empty. A shelter if nothing else...
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Plywood Memories from Gencon to Vegas
Out trip to Gencon took us up through the Arkansas Delta country, and into the boot of Missouri, across the Big Muddy and on into the spra...
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Where do the Roads to Adventure lead? Countless battles and hordes retrieved! How now do the spoils of your endeavors pay off? In stone and... -
I feel like I'm missing something in this article, like a detailed explanation of what exactly changed in the genetic markers to signify...
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