“We just sail through.”

And so we did. No flash, no psychedelic effects, it was like walking through a door. On one side, we left behind the world’s largest ocean; on the other, we entered a body of water nearly twice the size.

--Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Jacquie Martin.

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Fallen leaves swirl beneath the feet of devils, witches, and demons. Flame is put to ten hundred thousand wicks, making faces glow through the dark October night. You crush a sweet thing between your teeth as you wait. You do not know for what but you know it will be unusual.

It must be time for more snips, and it must be time for Halloween.

--Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. Featuring Anthony Botelho, Joey Graff, Rachel Hart, Alexander Saxton, and Chelsea Jayne Bray.

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Shavash Day came on a cold October morning. Stumbling to the window, I saw people already lining the grey streets, dressed in drab traditional attire, or the Red and Grey of the Caraghian flag. Something that struck me, even from the window, was that nobody looked happy. They all just stood, waiting without anticipation, listening to the music without clapping their hands.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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“But that’s not fair,” she whispered. Her grandmother grinned at her, mouth very wide, long yellow-grey teeth clicking as they met.

“Get used to it,” she said. “It’s an unfair world. You’re going to have to learn that if you want to run the Company someday."

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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It was an hour past sunset, which in this land is earlier than you might think it, when there was a knock on our door. Not abnormal at that hour, but not common. In this land work is best done under what meagre sunlight there is, and the night is best left to its creatures.

--Written by Anthony Botelho.

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Something Wrong is back.

--Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel

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That’s not to say I ever stopped fearing fish, but by the time I stepped through the doors of the aquarium that fear had been buried under 16 straight years of education and exposure. I thought I had it beat.

But you’re not here for the story of my life. You’re here for the story of the Darkfish.

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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“And what do you ask in return?” She said. The Druj shook her head at the question, as though saddened by a small, suspicious mind. “My child,” she said. “Who made you so mistrustful? I ask almost nothing in return. A small inconvenience, and quickly mended.”

--Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Ashlie White

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So staring at this painting every day, well, you can imagine the kinds of tricks my mind started playing on me. Or at least, that I thought it was playing on me.

Subtle things at first. I’d let the colours blend, imagine the trees blowing in the wind and the water moving with the tide. It was only four months ago that the... strangeness began.

--Written by Anthony Botelho.

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But the Hunter was not fazed; if anything, their tawny eyes seemed to catch light. They passed back and forth in front of the dead animal, examining it from many angles, clicking their tongue.

“Do you know,” said the Hunter, turning to their followers. “I think the animal did this on purpose. To frighten us. I think this ‘Tiger’ may be the one we’ve been looking for.”

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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