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- The wrinkled demon shifted in his wooden chair, groaning from the uncomfortable situation. He looked around the dimly lit living room. Everyone was already asleep. Grinning, he rubbed the side of his ashen visage, shifting the vanilla scented candle above a peice of parchment. -
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