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Host Of Silence


On the day he was finally tapped to be the next Host of Silence, Henrick went body surfing. An angry surf pounded the shore. A powerful undertow gripped him and dragged him out as the thick fog rolled in.  I should have known better, he thought as the shoreline receded from view, now I’ll never be host.

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