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Elle walked home, still holding the paper in her hand. She's talked to Ben and Guriel, and that nice physicist she had coffee with. But now, it was time to talk to the one who would be affected by this the most.
She walked into the apartment, placing her bag by the front door. The paper was wrinkled where she'd been gripping it.
"Anathiel? Are you here? There's something we need to talk about.
She walked into the apartment, placing her bag by the front door. The paper was wrinkled where she'd been gripping it.
"Anathiel? Are you here? There's something we need to talk about.