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Chapter 8: Truman Gets Incestuous

      “Our guests smell of weary, dearest brother,” said the Female Seer Twin as she stirred the contents of a pot upon the stove.

     “Weary dearies,” he responded. He took a great sniff of Truman’s head – they’d circled him like sharks since he’d entered their house.

     “Indeed,” Truman said awkwardly. Arthry and Tyro both followed the brother with their eyes. There was something very off-putting about him. No, Truman decided. Everything was off-putting about him. Continue reading Chapter 8: Truman Gets Incestuous