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... , the speaker being their source, not the cloudy sky outside. His blonde hair stood as tendrils of electricity danced between the strands, following the rhythm set by the pulsing veins in his head.
"You hear me?" A cloud of white smoke rose in the air. "You are not to engage with him. Wipe him from your head. Pretend that he doesn’t exist at all."
A red-haired woman sat behind a mostly empty desk, the only thing on its surface being a small ashtray. She tapped her cigarette, lett ...
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