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... or-shifted to match with the stone around me. In the darkness, it wasnt a staggering change; I only had to shift the hues of my scale-flesh a little, push it closer to a dark and mottled gray rather than its glossy black.
Either way, I needed an outlet for the light that I was absorbing. While the skin of ore-flesh that the-female-who-was-not-Needle had gifted me was powerful, it was less than worthless when it came to keeping me hidden; I was forced to pull the mana-light into my reserv ...
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