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As we leave Weodmonaþ (The Month of Herbs), we find ourselves ambling into Haligmonaþ (Holy Month); it is the time for harvest, the time for magic. The shadows are growing long and the deep smell of earth is in the air - for soon the wolf of winter will be nipping at our heals
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