'Tis the season, or 'tis nearly the season, or, perhaps more to the point, Christmas music has begun to play in the department stores. In commemoration of this, one Isaac Beelzebub Hades, a scarf still loosely around his neck, has found himself a table in the kitchen, a pair of child-sized scissors, and a stack of white paper, and he is busying
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