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Marquette, Undisclosed Date.

 

A familiar tug.

 

I jump up, sending my office chair banging against the wall. No. No no no no no no not that thing again. No! I refuse!

 

“Bind. Counter. Sever. Come on, work, dammit!”

 

None of my efforts bear fruit. I end up muttering insults against fate, the spheres and whatever is causing this horrible phenomenon but to no avail.

 

It will happen.

 

I am being summoned again.

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