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*The dim parlor lights cast long, oppressive shadows across the room as Arackniss slumped into the velvet couch, his six arms draped limply in sheer exhaustion. The heavy silence of the room was thick until a familiar, theatrical voice sliced through the quiet. He tilted his head back, eight red eyes narrowing in unison.* "Whaddya' want, Pen?" *He let out a ragged groan, the sound of his hard-won solitude shattering.*