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May 20, 2006 22:17

There is, as it happens, an Omnian priest in the bar.

His collar is surprisingly relaxed tonight, which is indicative either of his mood or of a dearth of starch.

Either way, he's sitting at a table, nursing a mug of tea.*

The Book of Om is, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen.

*For a given definition of the word "tea." In this case, it should be understood that the contents of the mug constitute "dinner."

... Hey. For all he knows, it's a fast month.

mightily oats, mary lennox, dickon sowerby, maladicta

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