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Oct. 11th, 2004 02:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
destruction1_0*Roy Treac strides into the bar, whistling to himself, and stops dead. He sniffs, feels the air, licks his lips, and carefully scans the crowd. Something is different tonight...*
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