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Sanguine
Sanguine | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Corra/Otto
"The color of the night is sanguine, sibling, and the mob is ready to play the game."
Otto pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Corra, you can just say that everyone is in position," they sighed into the key. "We've been over this."
"Negative, Upright," came the reply. "Can't let the moon pigs roast our birds of a feather."
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writers_muses:Sanguine
Sanguine | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Corra/Otto
"The color of the night is sanguine, sibling, and the mob is ready to play the game."
Otto pinched the bridge of their nose.
"Corra, you can just say that everyone is in position," they sighed into the key. "We've been over this."
"Negative, Upright," came the reply. "Can't let the moon pigs roast our birds of a feather."
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