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Looming Dangers

Jean sat heavily behind her desk. The desk resembled the man in many ways, being unadorned, robust, rough, and solid. The surface she worked upon was made up of transient woods she'd taken from a dungeon. Since she couldn't find a nail that would go through the stuff, she had to join the desk together. Her favourite part of the wood was its stubbornness and inflexibility.

Her free hand reached inside the suit pocket, and she drew out a smooth crystal attached by a mana chain to her belt. As she placed her fingers on the crystal, she squinted when she needed two tries to get her slender fingers positioned properly before the crystal opened.

Upon opening the crystal, Jean saw a bright glow spilling onto the desk and briefly shot light into her face as she stared hard at the contents, then snapped it shut before disintegrating it into dust.

Then, opening a drawer, she took a piece of paper, her pen, and began to compose a letter.

"Argus,

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