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Post by rowan_bristol » Mon Jun 24, 2019 3:03 pm

The alchemist sat glumly on the stone floor tapping at the edge of the chalk circle. It’s not that he didn’t want to leave, but his legs just didn’t want to go past the edge. Beyond the ring were walls that operated two dimensions further than his eyes allowed, painted in the chartreuse of madness. A demon sat in a chair, grinning, the layers of his teeth grinding against each other. It rubbed between its tentacles a lock of the alchemist’s hair.

“Well?” Said the alchemist impatiently.

“I just wanted you to see what it felt like,” said the demon.
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