Dorcas sat at her desk that was covered in texts about household charms and the laws surrounding them. Not the most exciting of reading ventures--but Dorcas earned her reputation as a journalist by never letting a stone be unturned and considering her current story involved a rather intricate tale involving a French diplomat and the misuse of a toilet plunger...it was prudent that she do her research. She made a quick note on her paper before a sound drew her attention from her research towards the person now standing at the door to her office, “Can I help you with something, or do you like staring creepily at people?”
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