Illusen at the Spring Masquerade As Illusen lingered by the punch bowl in a new green dress and an itchy-with-enchantments mask, she knew she’d made a mistake. She didn’t usually go to these sorts of events.
The Case of the Angry Archivist Lady Branscilla: Detectives? I suppose you want to know where I was at some arbitrary time? Well, on with it.
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