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Price Family Compound, An Hour Outside of Portland, Oregon, Early January

( The girls clung to each other's hands )

And that was how Verity wound up at the Causeway along with her luggage, a colony of talking, sapient mice, and a giant Barbie Dream House that was almost as tall as she was.

The joys of cryptozoology.

[And enter Verity! The description of the show taken from the prologue of Seanan McGuire's Chaos Choreography. Establishy, NFI, NFB. I intend to put up a proper arrival post later this afternoon when I'm awake.]