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... elevator's soothing hum was interrupted by Altair's persistent whistling. Mallory lay sprawled on her favorite couch, her Staff of Lazula balanced precariously on her stomach. Greg and Alex sat at the small dining table, discussing combat strategies they'd likely never get to use because of Mallory's uncanny ability to avoid actual work.
Altair leaned against the elevator's shimmering wall, studying Mallory with a grin. "So, what happens next in this little adventure of yours?"
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