"MY BOOKS!" Artamese stood open-mouthed, bewildered. He perculiar spectacles sat askew on the bridge of her button nose. "My...workshop. My...MY THINGS!" How did this happen? WHAT happened? It was all a mess. Destroyed, practically. It was the damnedest thing!
Artamese stumbled around what was...
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