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“I heard Siren Voice so far out, I had to come investigate, Bet-tah,” Leviathan chuckled to itself. “And here I find you hiding a Kraken child. Who’s do you have? Cuttle? Lineolata, Mestus? Typica’s, mayhaps?”
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“A little Simil for a big Simil?” I posited to the Mad Hatter. “Benefit the system, and the system benefits you.” He plucked at a grape. It slipped past his fork to roll to the other side of his plate. Baffled disappointment creased his features.
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Dressed back into my trench, I directed Sanctus to the door. “Thanks, Medicus. I’ll drop by in the morning,” I said over my shoulder as I let us out of the clinic.
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The pub was a quiet, warm affair, more comfortable than I would have assumed on first passing the place. Rowan slid into a chair near to a smokeless fireplace and motioned me to the opposing overstuffed monstrosity masquerading as something akin to a loveseat.
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“Medicus! Got your man here,” I greeted as we entered the secondary building on our compound. It had been a concrete block office at some point in it’s past. Now it proved to be our hospital and infirmary. Two patients at a time was it’s capacity. If we had an all out war and enough…
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I hoped Rowan hadn’t heard the undignified squeak I made when I finally got those blasted briches down. Back in the castle, I had swapped tunics, but not the bottoms, whatever they were called. So, I hadn’t exactly had a moment to contend with whatever the good magician had blessed me with.
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The solution, for the moment, was a long abandoned dock a few miles from the bay. It had belonged to a private property. From the water edge, appearances were that the roof of the mansion had collapsed years ago. The beach receded into a cobbled-together mass of sandstone boulder and shrub brush before the boards…
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Requies had provided me with the apartment number while I had mulled over my first introduction to his place of business. After a longer than necessary chat, I headed out his door and made for the west end steps. I had left Cortex and Tempestatis back at the warehouse to wait on orders. I had…
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“That witch was sure as hell tripped out on something. Are you sure you want to go along with a twenty-plus-year-old prophecy that was probably just the delusional ravings of a mushroom-hopped, senile, old lady?” I settled back into our nest of crates in the dungeon-like room. “Then again. Don’t want to ruin a good…
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