Every now and then an urge to howl at the moon comes over me. Lately, that urge has grown stronger. With apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelleyβs OZYMANDIAS.
Every now and then an urge to howl at the moon comes over me. Lately, that urge has grown stronger. With apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelleyβs OZYMANDIAS.
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When asked to find the house where a maid worked over a hundred years ago, Katy is intrigued. Justine and Joseph tell her that their third-great-grandmother's jewelry is in the house. Katy finds the house. Justine and Joseph break in and dig. What they find does not shine.
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