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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 6:40 pm
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Alg shifted a bit and his hand moved into his jacket. He produced a book, simply bound, "Before the ball ever happened, I met her. Or some version of her."
He glanced up at their friends and then down, flipping the cover open, "She gave me a grimoire. My grimoire. From another self." It wasn't something he'd told many people about.
He smiled small, "She was there.. brown hair, glasses, oxfords." As if that explained somehow what she could mean..
The smile faded, "And talking. Seeing Noeh at the ball... it was a bit of a shock. The Sorrowful One." With no tongue.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 11:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 8:14 am
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