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SOMEWHERE NEARBY, deep in the earth, a magical red apple poisoned by hate shuddered violently. Its red glow dimmed and it was forced up, through nearly two feet of dirt. It settled once more, its pulse beating erratically, like a wounded heart.
IN HER BOARDWALK office, Aphrodite sat at her desk sipping a cup of strong tea. She felt the apple’s weakening and its shift upward, closer to the surface. Excellent. More love, more romance would force it out of its hiding place—and the people of Broken Arrow, Oregon would be free of its poisoning.
Yes, she still had work to do.
But for now… she smiled.