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Locadio Rynk’s ethereal form shimmered at the foot of my bed. “Hello, Dregs. Lucky meeting you here.”
That was the start of my night.
By Rory SurtainLocadio Rynk’s ethereal form shimmered at the foot of my bed. “Hello, Dregs. Lucky meeting you here.”
That was the start of my night.