backdated: wedding day iii
Before her second disappearance, Prassenze ravaged her compartment for a hidden box.
( 'How do you know this, Wangji?' 'Any details?' No. )
Separately, forge or jewellery master begged sought. A trinket for powders.
New arrivals, be welcome.
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[ How did he end up volunteering to be of aid here? Well, it's only fair. They did help to seal Hell together. ]
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How fares the friend?
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As well as somewhat morphous blob can be. Slippery as always.
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[ But he does now resolve to introduce the thing to America and let her settle on its name, finally. ]
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[ jk that was a good one ]
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Soon. I'm going to give the honors to somebody else.
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[ But it's well-meaning, and text doesn't always translate that well, so: ]
Likewise.
I'll be in touch when I have your trinket ready.
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I may cleanse you after.
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Of?
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