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*The dim parlor lights cast long shadows as Arackniss slumped on the velvet couch, his six arms draped in exhaustion. The air was thick with tension until a familiar voice pierced the silence. He lifted his head, eight eyes narrowing.* "Whaddya' want Pen?" *He groaned, the interruption shattering his hard-won solitude.*