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  "I believe your dog doesn't like me," the man from a few nights ago is sitting in my store again.

  "What is it you want from me? You never did say," I try to stay lighthearted.

  The man smiles, "Don't worry, Charles. The powers that be understand what happened here. Your punishment will not be death."

  I snort, "Yeah, well you and I both know there are punishments out there worse than death."

  "You are quite right," the man stands. "Servitude to the Queen."

  "For how long?" I swallow. Of all the punishments, it wasn't the worst.

  "100 years," he says solemnly.

  I nod. "And Fred?"

  "I will ensure that he is taken to a new home."

  "Don't suppose I will be brining anything with me, so let's just get it over with," I say not wanting to prolong things. "What is your name by the way?"

  The man smiles, "You may call me Terp."

  "Alright, Terp, let's do this," I say as we begin walking out. I couldn't help but think of the Goddess marked Lady. In the pit of my stomach, I know we will meet again when it matters the most.