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Unwelcome
“Thank you,” I accepted the glowing blue light and closed my eyes, clear of questions.
I woke up to the bantering around the fire, “Lukas, you did it again! I’m so proud of you, brother. How do you come up with these ideas?”
“What’s going on?” my eyes half-
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