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by ireneholmes |  | Agent of the Sway: Induction - Part OneThere was the tiniest of cracks as the young blue Gelert forced the lock on one of the drawing room's windows, before silently pulling it open and gesturing to his fellow thief, a brown Kougra.
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Headlines "The Dream Shoppe: Debt" by encroached Bradley approached the cluttered desk of the Lenny and waited for her to say something, but she merely watched him with friendly eyes. The bell, a voice said in his head. Ring the bell. The Pteri's eyes fell upon the Tapira, who raised its head slightly. Certainly, the Tapira had not spoken to him. He rang the bell anyway...
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The Dream Shoppe: Debt Bradley made his way through the misty surroundings. The red Pteri was entirely unfamiliar with the area, and he had no recollection of how he ended up in this particular place.
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