A Match in a Methane Pit

It was a short pause, but it was long enough for me to completely regain my composure. “I don’t have any sway in the Pop Culture Paganism wars. I’ve been silent intentionally. Not my monkey, not my circus. Two of you know exactly where I am about this.” I released my grip on the cup. My flash of anger was over. I’ll be okay.

Chuckles reached out and patted my hand. “We know. But you’re going to start seeing fallout soon.”

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