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Myles Buchanan


When the morrith trees started to thin and I no longer had to stoop and crawl, I nearly started weeping with relief. I’d been travelling through the Morrithwood for nearly five days, and all that was left of the rations for the journey there were a few scraps of deer jerky I’d been putting off eating.

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Mythcon 52: The Mythic, the Fantastic, and the Alien

Albuquerque, New Mexico; July 29 - August 1, 2022

Mythcon Conference

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