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November 19, 2013
Panya
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The door’s unlocked, which is good; Summer slips into the quartet’s flat silently. “Mordred?” Faintly now, she can hear water running, and she follows it to the bathroom. “Mordred?” Heedlessly, she pushes that door open. “Hey. What’s going on?”
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