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Ofthe13thORDERtimelords
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Well, this was different.
His clothes had gone and changed, and not only that, but so had his weapon.
He now wore dark clothes and in his arms he held a grimore of sorts.
Black shrouded him, the shade of the polar opposite of what he usually wore.
His features were covered by a mask of bronzed iron, and he felt...somewhat out of place here.
Yet, at the same time...oddly enough at home.
He walked slowly through the rows of head-stones and paused at one that looked almost like an alter, there he sat the grimore down and opened it, the pages shimmered slightly then fell silent, in a clock-face pattern on the pages were the numbers one through thirteen, the only ones that were bolded were six and eleven.
Aeon sighed softly.
No reaction here....so why did he get pulled in this direction?
Who needed him here?
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