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[ariseinmight]

Melkor takes a seat at the bar. Which is not to say he walks downstairs and sits, he merely appears on the stool all at once. He opts for coffee in lieu of his usual Atlantean. Something warm is preferable at the moment. The coldest winter is the Crack of Doom compared to the cold of the Void, of course, but at times the chill can summon up the memories of that place, and those are cold enough.

So he sips his coffee and tries not to stare out the window. Which is not, on the whole, working.

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