CEDE Chapter Five
The grey haired mage-master rose from the couch and glanced up through one of the magnificent skylights in his well furnished rooms. He had slept well. It was difficult not to after a long soak in a perfumed steam tub and a delicious meal served by a discreet, almost soundless, automaton. As for the sleep couch, its calibrations were impeccable: soft ha…
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