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- As the sounds of furious grunting, tearing of clothes and squeaking springs echoed about the room, the Nevermore in the cage tilted its head to the side.
- /-/
- Far away in the Grimmlands, Salem sighed and looked down into her Seer, ready to do the day's spying on the largest problem in Remnant currently. Her hands touched the Seer and the image grew clearer, depicting the scene that the Nevermore was witnessing.
- Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Crack.
- Wood shattered and the bed fell to one side. The occupants didn't notice. Or stop.
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