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    Enough, thought Jacob. He pulled Silence into himself, letting it fill every inch of his being. Then he moved, teleporting forwards to his enemy. His hand stretched forwards as he reached for the pen... ...and grabbed empty air. In a split second, Jacob analyzed the situation. The Witherlord had pulled his hand back the instant that Jacob teleported, almost as if... but that couldn't be, could it?
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    Well, of course they didn't die. They had come here by dying.
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    In other words, they died. This was the afterlife, after all.
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    Truthless bounced off the Silent Shield the mime had placed above himself.
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    The mime took a bite out of one of them and chewed thoughtfully, critiquing the quality and taste as he did so. Overall, he seemed to like the dish. The Witherlord smiled. In the distance, thunder rumbled ominously. "It means," he said in a sinister voice, "that, unfortunately, your time has come."
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    But Nameless had overlooked one critical fact- this was the Land of Dreams, a place where nothing could ever be truly destroyed.
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    The judge requested @Lunamor bring her dish forwards to the judging table. "Oh?" asked Jacob, feigning disinterest. "And what might that mean?"
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    But it was in a black hole, so it would only detonate an infinite time in the future.
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    Whenever you are.
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    "Oh, I had help," said the Witherlord, smirking mysteriously. "Help from a... higher authority, you might say."
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    Granted, but it dies almost immediately due to the fact that left-handed and right-handed molecules don't do chemistry well together. I wish for a mirror that shows the truth.
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    "I had help, of course." The mime judge welcomed A.C.
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    After another three hours of fruitless wandering the city, Rumpelstiltskin collapsed wearily onto one of the public pedestrian seating constructions. This was hopeless. He'd already nearly been run over by one or another of the humans' quince-cursed horseless contraptions more than ten times now. He could hardly fathom how anyone in this city was still alive with those death-machines running wild practically everywhere. It was strange, and it was new. So, so much different from magic, which had been the same for millennia and would continue to be the same for millennia more. That is, if humans didn't wipe it out first. Rumpelstiltskin sighed and stood back up. He'd taken a long enough break. Time to get back to searching.
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    Jacob stared at the pen. Keep him talking. "I must admit, I am curious as to how you managed it."
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    Eventually the hidden posts will all be deleted right? I feel like that's happened before.
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    The Witherlord fingered the pen. "Yes, a marvelous instrument indeed. A focus object for Narrative and Silence energies combined? Genius, truly genius." He twirled it around his fingers, letting azure light ooze from its tip in twinkling spirals. "I can see why you put so much effort into hiding it away. You thought it entirely impossible to steal, didn't you?"
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    Oh, whoops, miscounted Well, you got it.
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    Next person to post gets it. Congratulations in advance.
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    The Secretaries Guild will invest in feathers.
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    The mime inquired as to where the judging was to take place.
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