full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun paused, pivoted on his heel, and stared at Wessex. It sounded like she knew a lot about The Voice, and so he was going to pick Princess’ brains until he hopefully knew as much as she did. ”You seen this technology of hers? And she told you that's the plan?” Surely it couldn’t be any more difficult to send someone back where they came from. It seemed that identifying the person and plucking them from a random location was much harder than sending a known individual back to a known place. Then again, he was an artist, not an engineer. He tilted his head. "Why was she imprisoned, anyway? And fine. Give me your ‘good reasons.’” He put quotation marks around the last two words before folding his arms. They better be damn good.
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