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To Terrify. Good evening, children of the night. Come on in from this chilly Chicago evening. The wind off the lake does just cut to the bone, doesn't it? And it promises even worse than the months to come. Come on in and get situated. Settle in and find something warm to drink and good to eat. I have some news to share.

Ah, you've noticed the boxes, yes. Well, the news relates to that. Today is moving day.

Weeks ago, or, oh, has it been months already? I took this place here in the nook with

Mahler, it's ink black cat, as a sort of

house sitter. But things did not go the way that any of us had hoped, and the rightful

occupant of the nook will not be returning. Some of you and some of our neighbors here in the District of Wonders

have encouraged me to find my own place instead of trying to occupy a space

that I could not properly live in.

And they are right.

Next week we will find ourselves in new digs, and they'll make sure to give you

the forwarding address, so you'll be able to find your way. Just for the sake of clarity,

Tales of the Terrify isn't going anywhere anytime soon, nor will you have to adjust the dials

on whatever device you listen to us on. there are just some trappings of our place

that I hate to put away, but I must. So, again, if you haven't already, go ahead and take a seat.

You over there, careful of that box, it's marked fragile for a reason, and our night will continue.

First up, thank you for joining us for the recordings from Larry's Memorial.

As a long-standing tradition of the podcast, we do love to apologize when we botched something.

In the second episode, we did not properly credit Deborah Miller with her reading of root soup,

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