Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
it's been long enough that it's all been a tangled mangled mess of paperpushing, stat zapping, and left of center on true reading of where we're at.
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the man had sat in a wet seat and barely glanced up at any of the beautiful women, "You ready to meet the candidates?" A door...
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