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[sufferformyson]

[Locke is in his room, sitting cross-legged at his serving table. A teapot-shaped flask is next to him, with steam coming from the spout. Oddly, he drinks from this type of cup, and his cheeks look just a little flushed as he reads a book, marking relevant spots and making notes with a pen. The book?

Well, that's a secret....]