White Noise - 6-2
The Cynn in the overcoat muttered, and he leaned over the desk. The other Cynn sat up straight and allowed the one in the coat to un-pin the copper brooch from his sash. As he did, a quiet, bright flicker of greenish lightning flared up around his fingers, and the Cynn in the chair began to warp and fade into smoke, his colors running together. Cynn Numair did not watch the double evaporate...
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