Ian McDougal sighs, running his fingers through his hair. The stacks of books before him would intimidate most grad students; he's only a third the way through the pile now, meaning he's got hours left until he's done. It'll be another late night in the library
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Then a new glow grows from a looking glass across the room. She gets to her feet and crosses to it.
"...what? Someone has... possibly located them?"
Morgaine Le Fey's golden mask does not alter her expression. But her eyes betray her interest.
"Well... it seems I have a task before me." She moves out of the room to prepare.
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