His existence is difficult to keep in your mind for more than a moment. Were someone to ask, just minutes from now, about his voice or expressions, you would be at a loss. You might say his hair was parted. He carried an abacus. Almost stylish but in unremarkable colors. No sense of humor. Wait. He said something about being a sorcerer, agent of Primus, and that his job had to do with perfecting balance across the universe. He was conducting an audit.

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