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		<title>&#8220;The Devil in Tia Adelina&#8217;s Botanica&#8221;</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It was a bitterly cold November evening, fifteen minutes or so before closing when the young man first walked into Tia Adelina’s botanica. He was clearly homeless. Swathed in what looked like a tattered old bedsheet, he shuffled in from the cold. His long dark hair was wildly tangled and matted in places. His face had the sharp angularity and sunken eyes of starvation. It was rare that the homeless wandered into Adelina’s store, though it was her policy to treat them with kindness when they did. Particularly when they paused to greet Eshu when they came in, as the</p>
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