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[i_am_shiny]

[ Locked to tm_dumbledore and thekitchenboy ]The Ring swings its weight and tips the teacup over on Dumbledore's desk. It rolls and falls onto the ground with a loud plunk, where it seethed silently. The wizard Dumbledore had cast a spell on it! A cheering spell, no less! Some master this bumbling fool was turning out to be. Well, if Dumbledore does not wish to properly use

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[thekitchenboy]

From afar off, on top of Gormenghast Mountain, Steerpike raises his head from his work. The telescope is nearly finished; it's in pieces, but the pieces appear coherent, the mirrors tightly locked into place by revolving clamps.

He pauses, decides that perhaps he was caught in a memory, and he returns to his work.

[i_am_shiny]

Steerpike... look further...

[thekitchenboy]

Steerpike sits up completely, his posture erect, and he places the set of pliers he holds in his still-sore right arm on a nearby table.

"Who is that?" He whispers to the near-silent house.

His mind surges. Has my madness returned to me? Have I staved it off for as long as it will stay away?

[i_am_shiny]

This is no madness. I offer you power beyond your imagination. Step closer...