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[thekingsgambit]

[This afternoon finds one failemp in his usual haunt in the library, practically walled in by piles of books on the occult. Yet, the laptop in front of him reveals only a blank page. He stares harder at the open curse book at his side, as if he could will the words to stop swimming together in his head. Thus far, he has managed little success.]

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[ascendthethorns]

[Coming up from behind and noticing the blank page.]

It isn't like you to stall on your research.

[thekingsgambit]

[And there's that tense expression quickly flitting through his eyes again, as he focuses on her...]

-Ah, it has been impossible to focus today, with everyone else looking for their own ways to prepare and showing less concern for the requirement of quiet.

[ascendthethorns]

You could take your work elsewhere.

[thekingsgambit]

There is too much to carry.