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Greyson looks surprised, but smirks and nods,
“It’s fine. I’m surprised that you didn’t shout more, never mind staying as still as you did. But I’m grateful that you did.” He picks up the cylinder and studies it more closely. She could see now that it was very similar to the sphere, with the three layers of metal filigree floating gently within themselves with a black crystal also floating in the centre, but it was a long thin crystal instead. “This is some fucked up shit. I can destroy it for you, if you want…” Celine nods,
“Please do.” Greyson holds his hands out to them and the crystals gradually change colour to clear as dark smoke drifts off them and vanishes in the air. A few moments l
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