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watching him, a hopeful look on his plain, frozen face.  their separate ways, Ymir to the comfort of
     “What is it?” Apollo asked him at last,
                                                         his home to share the good news, Apollo to a
glaring over at Ymir’s hulking form.
     “Enemy spotted!” Ymir said.                         simple diner for food before retiring himself.
     “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll be
                                                         The great chambers of his manse awaited
working too. It’s just business.”
     “Please?” Ymir replied.                             him, dreary and empty, a dust-covered dollhouse
     Apollo sighed once more and stared
                                                         of memories better forgotten, a place once shared
at his reflection in Ymir’s glacial chest.
Reluctantly, he nodded his head and                      with his partner Mercury. Together, the two of
agreed to the ice-man’s demands.
                                                         them had cleaned house for years, farmed with
     “All right,” Apollo said finally, “but you
have to come in early the next day. Or else.”            the best of them, and won lane, so long ago.

     “Ok!” Ymir said, smiling. “Awesome! You rock!”      But now it was just Apollo’s, a house haunted by
     “Yes yes,” Apollo said, dismissing the
giant clerk with a wave of his hand. “Now                one man, a ghost in every way that mattered but
get out of my hair. It’s time to close up.”
     And so close up they did, locking the               one--he still lived, if you could call it living.
counting house up behind them as they went
                                                         But tonight, that very same house
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                                                         was to see another spirit.

                                                         Apollo slept uneasily, the groaning and

                                                         creaking of the old house, once music to him,

                                                         now sounded strange and distant. He dreamt of

                                                         wings, suffused in gold and red, with the haunting,

                                                         familiar face of Mercury constantly rising up to

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