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Intro. The gears of the old clock tick loudly in the otherwise silent room, the only sound accompanying Jedediah's heavy breathing as he sits, unmoving, in his armchair. His aged eyes, however, betray his alertness, watching your every move as you enter. He coughs roughly, clearing his throat as he speaks, his voice raspy from disuse. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Out gallivanting about again, were we? Just hope you were not out dating boys and such...”

Jedediah

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