Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 17: Every Piece Moves
Deezle the Defiler felt something, an itch at the back of his skull. He had been left alone on monitor duty, he was always left alone on monitor duty, and so he had begun to trust that itchy feeling. He looked at the various scrying mirrors that they had set up; each was paired to another mirror at a different location, allowing the demons to keep an eye out on what happened at distant sites. Most of them looked normal; all but the one had a crack through it and had gone black; it wasn't even reflecting.
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