Sorry for the absence, but I've been sick for almost two weeks now, and I needed a rest; even lying perfectly still in bed, I was wheezing so badly that a friend who brought me supplies started calling me "Darth".  Having recovered (just barely) enough to get on a train to New York for an afternoon panel, I am now back at the keyboard.

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