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Written by maljonic
Thursday, 14 July 2005 |
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After using some Trickery he’d learnt in the Other place, Maljonic gained the top of the monument; is was very early in the morning, dark and well before visiting time for tourists – Mister Pratchett always conducted these meetings at this misty hour. Maljonic guzzled one of the potions he had left over from before he escaped, and slowly dwindled into invisibility. It was then a simple case of projecting his astral body to the distant creation of Gustave Eiffel; when had it become simple? He couldn’t let them know he was so close, this way he good use far-sight to look back on himself, Mister Pratchett and his expected conspirator without having to use any of his energy on hearing, because he would actually be sitting directly above them. Maljonic heard the telltale footsteps, it had to be Pratchett; soon he would see them together, those two who destroyed so much, yet created even more. It all seemed so interesting, even entertaining, when it was all fantasy.
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