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#32
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Espy
Wanderer
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That feels like a bed.
...Oh. It is a bed.
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...Wait, how did I...? He did remember someone carrying him over, but the only person...
Frej sat bolt upright, the sudden movement draining blood from his strangely heavy head.
"Shoot. Sorry. I'm awake. Sorry. Haven't slept in, uh, days." He realized he was speaking to a blank wall, and turned around to find himself face to face with a pile of books, and his Servant just behind it.
"I, uh. Hi. Sorry. ...Ooh. What are those?" he wondered aloud, leaning over the books as da Vinci's sketches caught his eye.
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Posted 02-14-2015, 03:03 AM
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