Penny Wagers

The day I discovered Time Beavers and pieced together their conspiracy, I was reading updates on Nextdoor.I like getting my community news from Nextdoor. The posts are always self-described as well-researched and articulate, and often drafted by used car salesmen, spouses of liquor store owners and other county luminaries. We never have “scientists,” “structural engineers,” “habitat biologists” or any such hucksters pushing insidious sustainability agendas on there—some of the people on Nextdoor

“The trees, which were far apart where I entered, giving free passage to the level rays of the sun, closed rapidly as I advanced, so that ere long their crowded stems barred the sunlight out, forming as it were a thick grating between me and the East. I seemed to be advancing towards a second midnight. In the midst of the intervening twilight, however, before I entered what appeared to be the darkest portion of the forest, I saw a country maiden coming towards me from its very depths. She did not

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