The frolicking badgers had meant no harm but their incessant activity soon drew the ire of the wicked witch of the woods, and she turned them into a band. “Henceforth,” she tittered, “you shall be known as Dhampyres.” Will we look cool? they enquired politely. “No,” she admitted harshly. “You will not.” This wasn’t what the young badgers wanted to hear,…
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