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When Siru opened his eyes, he could see large teal ones staring wide-eyed, back at him. The changeling sat there, not daring to move a muscle, perhaps out of vain hope his vision was based on movement. After several seconds, she was surrounded by a brief flash of cerulean flame, and where she was, sat a crate. It’s resemblance to other crates was uncanny, save for the fact that crates didn’t fidget.
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