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50892	Ludens, Magnus	My Lady Selene			.txt	text/plain	2683	168	82	Al Marcusson, just turned sixteen that Saturday in and sensing systems inside the capsule, as Hatter had for the before you still, like the good luck charm in its little leather bag, His eyes rested on the color-coded meters and switches that were The Control center he remembered from having watched orbital flights suit, visor down, and not the capsule's air, then put his gloves on Al Marcusson sat by himself on the twilight zone of the Moon and seen the rings of your sacred Hansa swans decorating the moon-shaped your spells, my Lady of the Swans. the others, to tell you the new beliefs now come to your dwelling. When the last swan had left the Moon became just another Al Marcusson opened his eyes and made his way dully back into the Marcusson's eyes opening in turn. Good old bellyaching Marcusson!	./cache/50892.txt	./txt/50892.txt