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recent trip around the great golden ball. We managed to survive encounters with monsters

of the deep, monsters from the stars, and monsters of the mind.

We met ghosts. Oh, so many ghosts this year, gentle listener. A man-eating tiger, a very

frightening rabbit, some very creepy pumpkins, even a space potato for goodness

sake.

Ah, happy, happy memories.

Thank you, gentle listeners for lending us ears. And to all our wonderful minions, acolytes,

and cohorts who chose to support us through Patreon in 2019, I can't possibly thank you

enough. Nevertheless, I'll try.

Thank you.

Have a happy and safe festive season, everyone.

We'll see you in 2020.

Until then, as always, what... Oh, oh, I nearly forgot.

Nocturnal transmissions is proud to present our final offering for 2019.

Brandon Faircloths.

Someone decorated my house for Christmas.

Someone decorated my house for Christmas.

Part 1

Last month I moved into my new house.

Not that the house was new, mind you, but it was new to me.

My husband died two years ago.

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