Ah, a Midsummer's eve... twilight cooling to blue after a scorching sunny day... the first fireflies darting lightning zigzags across the night... yes, methinks it's a fine time for a tale such as this....

Let us then stand upon moonshine, gentle readers, and look into an upstairs window during the first hours of the New Year....

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Note:  I absolutely LOVE the concept of Avernus, but in these tales, the graves have NOT yet been moved aside from reality, and the graveyard --being liminal and occupying one of those strange but necessary mashup places that happen when worlds collide-- occupies an island which straddles the border of Central and Keystone cities.

THIS is awkward...

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