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... d his lashes repeatedly, staring with a lazy, deadpan expression at the talking lump of metal.
Tabernacle of Decree? He echoed.
He dragged his eyes from the metal over to the figures surrounding him, then down to his schlong that was hanging limp between his legs—the embarrassment overtaking the sense of mystery that surrounded him.
More than that.... His brow twitched. Why the hell am I naked?!
[Host, this is the Tabernacle of Decree] the metal said again, drawin ...
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