The hours of the day ticked by slowly, like there was an invisible clock hanging over everyone’s heads as they went about their self-assigned duties. Luke sat on a crate hunkered over the metal case holding the deadly artefact the mages were after, with the elderly Spell-Caster nearby assisting him in passing tools from his rollout kit. He’d been fiddling with the mechanism for the lock, seeing if he could bypass the code sequencer and get it open.
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