Exterior, an old and rickety mansion. Cobwebs cling to crevices that cover creaking corners. Of course, the night is dark and stormy. Lightning cracks through the air, breaking through the darkness to reveal glimpses of prying eyes from fauna and who knows what else. On the front stoop, a slight
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Quoth the Ginger
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe, JJFozz, and actual writers/poets/intellectuals everywhere Once upon a season dreary, while owners pondered, meek and bleary- Eyed, thumbing through the ratings from the week before— The Shield's keepers, focused on accounting, were ignoring a sudden tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping on the windows of