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The ring of the doorbell woke me from a half-confused state, somewhere between research and sleep. For a moment, I thought the book in front of me, open to a confusing swirl of stars and what I think might have been a cross between an alligator and a spider, had moved in my hands, jarring me. There were too many legs either way.
Afterward it had left the room, I waited, listening for the front door to close. Once it did, I rose and went back to my room. Tomorrow would be soon enough to call Tallin, and by then, the stranger would have joined his god.
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