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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:22 pm
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"Come in," Liam called, his voice muffled by the wood, and the door swung open, as if propelled by magic. Seated at his desk, Liam had his hand raised as though he had just finished a beckoning gesture, lending credence to the idea that he'd used spellwork just now.
The office was tiny - perhaps ten feet on a side, the entire back wall taken up by a bookshelf that stretched from floor to ceiling and was stacked two-deep in places. The wall to the right of the door overlooked a courtyard covered in a pristine layer of snow. The left wall was occupied by a pair of diplomas and a collection of photographs: Liam and Renard. Liam and Vivien. Liam and Steve Jobs. And others, people of less note.
"Can I help you, detective?" asked Liam.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 2:42 pm
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Jeremiah blinked at the sudden shift in demeanor, leaning as Liam did. "The creation of the new sigil." The cage remaking and then, because he had said it, Jeremiah had to ask. "The reset. Do you know when that happens?
"Admittedly, I want it to end. The cycles, the resets, but my knowledge is limited even if it's something I'm currently pursuing. If the cage is opened, the resets stop?" He assumed they would, that they were a construct of the cage, but again, he did not know for sure.
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