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Christmas time has commenced yet again despite being regarded as “The most wonderful time of the year.” Certain groups think otherwise, the most common reasons being different beliefs, real-life grinches, and personal crises; members of the Deep Web organization are prime examples mainly due to strict rules enforced by the Headmaster; they can’t see their friends and family outside of the organization nor leave unless given special permission with restrictions still advised, specific jobs required to remain operative even during the holidays, however, regardless of all this, the Headmaster still provides his members a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, including decorations, the gift passes, and a Christmas feast for those participating. Over at the ABT, the teams were awarded a Christmas break for the progress in creating and strengthening the binary god. Manquin, who remained in uniform without a mask, knocked on Gassar’s door, “Come in!” He shouted. He let himself in. Gassar was

CHAPTER ONE DECEMBER 30th, 2008 She held her breath as she heard waves brushing onto a beach. The whooshing back-and-forth rhythm of the water calmed and excited her.  Sappho Höst loved the ocean. She loved the ocean so much that if she had to make a choice between sweet tea and the Florida coast, she'd choose Saint Augustine in a split second. Her blue eyes gazed into an endless blue horizon, and she sighed. The full moon glowed as the waves below glittered like lights on a Christmas tree. She was reminded of their Christmas tree still decked out in the living room. Sappho smiled as she took small, slow, careful steps just out of reach of the foamy brush of tide. Her tiny footprints vanished like magic as the waves brushed them away, which unfortunately made her frown. It just reminded her of the family curse that stopped a woman from using her witch powers unless her clothing vanished. Sappho brushed the feeling of shame out of her mind, and tried to instead focus on water