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starting count: 1898
ending count: 2495
change: +597
starting line:
He took out his notebook once again to see what Angel had written, in a flowing script that reminded him of old scrolls he’d seen in a museum once.
ending line:
“Don’t badger the man, Elyse,” the man behind him said, and chuckled. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to blunder in on the girls here. I’ll take him back to the lounge.” Tom felt a firm hand on his shoulder. “Come on, lad.”
darling:
The bearer of the voice shuffled into view: a small, compact woman with flashing black eyes and a stern look on her formerly lovely face. She was dressed in white, a long gown that had been in style when hangings were the death penalty of choice, and wore it like a royal mantle. Her long hair, black streaked with grey, was piled in an elaborate crown on her head, and encased with a net of pearls.
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And now we have TIME TRAVEL? Dear gods, where will this story end?
ending count: 2495
change: +597
starting line:
He took out his notebook once again to see what Angel had written, in a flowing script that reminded him of old scrolls he’d seen in a museum once.
ending line:
“Don’t badger the man, Elyse,” the man behind him said, and chuckled. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to blunder in on the girls here. I’ll take him back to the lounge.” Tom felt a firm hand on his shoulder. “Come on, lad.”
darling:
The bearer of the voice shuffled into view: a small, compact woman with flashing black eyes and a stern look on her formerly lovely face. She was dressed in white, a long gown that had been in style when hangings were the death penalty of choice, and wore it like a royal mantle. Her long hair, black streaked with grey, was piled in an elaborate crown on her head, and encased with a net of pearls.
***
And now we have TIME TRAVEL? Dear gods, where will this story end?
