The scent of antiquity overwhelmed us as we pried open the crypt lid. It was the stench of the tomb, of dust and decrepitude, of mystery and malevolence, of memories unexpurgated and left to fester. But mostly it was the stench of cardboard. And plastic minis. “Who goes there?” boomed a threatening timbre. “Who dares […]

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