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return you let me know what the hell went on up there. Half the things I picked up in that place scared the
daylights out of me and the other half I flat out don't believe."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," said the broom.
"Now where exactly are we going from here?"

"The Village," Broom said. "If anybody knows what's going on, it'll be Sebastian."

"Sebastian?" Natasha frowned. "I'm not getting anything off that name. Who is he? Is he an adept?"

"No, he's a fairy."

"In the Village? There's a big surprise."

"Not that kind," said the broom.

"What other kind is there?"

"The kind in fairy tales."

Natasha stopped. "Now, wait a minute, you don't mean to tell me ... A fairy"? You mean, like
Tinkerbell? Glow in the dark, magical sprite with gossamer wings, that kind of fairy?"

"Well. . .no. Not exactly."

"Well, then what, exactly?"

"Maybe we'd just better wait until you meet Sebastian,"

Broom said. "He's not really the easiest person to describe. You sort of have to experience him
firsthand."

"You're not doing very much to clear things up," the Gypsy said.

"Don't worry about it, dear," said Broom. "I promise you, it'll only get worse."



CHAPTER THREE

The entrance to Lovecraft's Cafe was below street level, down a narrow flight of steps and through a
heavy steel door painted black and covered with electric yellow runes. The uninitiated often thought the
dramatic-looking runes spelled out some sort of ward or cabalistic message, but in fact they merely
spelled out the phrase "Mixed drinks, fine food."

The interior of the cafe was a whimsical blend of the occult and Rebeat, a retro movement harkening
back to the coffeehouse tradition of the Village in the days prior to the Collapse. The decor was spare
and black. Black walls, black ceiling, black booths, black everything, including the lycras, jeans, and
turtlenecks of the waiting staff, most of whom were young dancers and actors waiting for their big break.
Everyone who worked at Lovecraft's, and many of the patrons, wore the obligatory Rebeat black eye