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Shards of wood clattered to the floor as Oran Fennel let out a snarl and kicked aside the broken remains.
Papers flew off the desk as he swept his arm across it, sending a glass sculpture crashing to the ground.
"What the hell is happening!?" he bellowed, pacing back and forth behind his overturned desk. "Why are we falling apart like this?"
The office looked nothing like it had yesterday.
Cabinets stood open, contents spilled across the floor.
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