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Dax sighed as he set the goggles down on the counter and rubbed his eyes tiredly. His headache was amazing, like a cacophany of pain rattling about inside his skull. he put his glasses on and looked at the window. It was dawn, and he softly swore to himself. It had been early afternoon when he'd started using the scrying orb. He'd been ( Read more... )
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