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In the seconds after the hex closed, time seemed to catch up with itself, the storm continued to beat mercilessly against the roof of the Six Pint, water dripping through hastily patched boards. The attic stank of ozone as the energy dissipated into the surrounding air, the artifact still glowed where it sat on the table.
The First-Person Perspective slunk off, unseen by the other patrons, the rattle of the lift drowned out by the rain.