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A Widdershins night...
A widdershins night...
As the last verse was shouted out by the petite Louis, the volume of his voice trailed off to nothingness. As if by a divine intervention, the ground below their feet opened up to welcome them into a darker world...a stranger world...a unknown world...to the underworld, to a place known as Northumberland. The earth swallowed them whole: the Great Wizard, the Hobgoblin, the Leprechaun, and the King of all Bullies.