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| Aia welcomed all those present and began to describe the red service. Standing on the outskirts of the Gazebo was the old man. Glancing in his direction she could see what she knew must be there, a slight golden circle, only visible in the periphery of her vision. Either it was her imagination, or it looked slightly more substantial than it did in Necrovion, Something to consider for the future she mused. ... |
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