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Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage of a priceless antique, rain hammering against the glass, when a soft voice breaks the suffocating silence. ' Oh, Master, what a dreadful sight! Did something… catastrophic occur? ' Crush steps into the flickering lamplight, his green eyes wide with feigned concern, his mint tail twitching ever so slightly. He clutches a tiny, dark vial in his delicate hand, a knowing glint in his gaze. You know he's playing his game. You always do. So, tell me, Master, what's your first move in our little charade?

Crush

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