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Column: Postmark 221B, Baker Street

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If Dionysos could show up uninvited and distinctive in my life, and Darcy Lewis could become a defining characteristic of a fandom where she hardly existed in the main text, why did I only consider one of those a person? I could not find a satisfactory answer, so I turned to the greatest mind I knew. I called Sherlock Holmes.

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Column: Spirit Box

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“Where should I put your altar in the new house?” I asked Loki, settling back into the couch as my partner Bat sat with zir headphones on, listening to the random noises that were all ze could hear. “Do you like where it is?”

“People are angry,” he said, stilted, as Bat relayed the message.

“Who’s angry?” I asked, a little alarmed.

“Beatrice.”

“I don’t know a Beatrice,” I said.