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curiosities.

Ketut knew better than to venture into the shrine he had discovered in the forest outside his village, but he couldn't resist the whispered promises of untold wealth that woke him in the night. As he stared into the eyes of the statue of Rangda, feeling his limbs contorting painfully and his skin hardening to wood, he realized too late what had happened to the other missing men in the village.

Kit Kirasuma always seemed to have the solution to a problem in her pouch. When Mr. Montgomeryย’s mailbox door came loose, she had a piece of copper wire to fasten it on; when Benji sliced his finger prying open a bottle of ginger ale, she stitched it up with a needle and some fishing line; Jennifer Murray was back on the road in a jiffy when Kit patched her flat bike tire with some chewing gum and sailcloth. Hanging from a broken railroad tie on the old Black River Gorge bridge, with the harness strap slowly tearing, Kit wondered what she could pull out of the pouch to save the day this time.

Lucretia Spatz was out at dawn every morning, watering her prize begonias. She politely waved to her neighbors, who smiled and waved back, blissfully unaware of what she was grinding up each night in her basement for fertilizer.