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... ill, which was behaving less like a writing tool and more like a cranky ancient power bank giving out one last jolt of revenge before dying.
It fizzled dramatically, then landed on the marble floor with all the dignity of a fainting Victorian lady. It was ironic, considering he had always fancied himself a lover of all things Victorian — just apparently not when they were collapsing in his throne room.
Judge stared at it the way one stares at a toaster that just launched a flamin ...
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