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Forty One

There was a little hole in the fancy door which was meant to keep Lene Woodye from the rest of the world. Eallric, though, was impressed. This woman had managed to carve out the life she wanted - in a fancy Estate, Traquar Demesne, and was apparently enjoying her life being an independent bachelorette with a well paying job that allowed her to express her fashion almost as much as she wanted, to any extent.

He peeked through the hole but couldn't see anything. All was dark.

With his pistol in his hands, he tried twisting the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. It was locked, hopefully, from the inside.

Eallric looked around him again. Ruins.

Lene's home, too, had been demolished quite a little but not up to half as much as the ones Eallric could see. The tyronimics were definitely one heck of a problem and for a split second, Eallric didn't blame those at the top of the totem pole - those that made up the government.

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