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The last thing you remember from last night was drunkenly stumbling into the local occult shop. Now you are slowly waking up to the hangover to end all hangovers, and find a piece of paper on your chest. It reads, in large letters, “The undersigned has sold his soul for magical powers and a familiar.” Your signature is at the bottom. Slowly the smell of bacon and eggs is wafting from the kitchen, and an inhuman voice shouts, “Master, your breakfast is ready!”
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- Part 2 of What About in This Universe?