[The offer of a name is a middle ground. Caster can satisfy himself with it, for he's gotten one thing he wanted. His book snaps shut, fades into nothingness with Caster's signal.]
It's been a long time since I've written for nobility. Monte Cristo... where exactly is that? I can't say I've heard of such a place before.
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It's been a long time since I've written for nobility. Monte Cristo... where exactly is that? I can't say I've heard of such a place before.