Marquette, Undisclosed Date.

A familiar tug.

I jump up, sending my office chair banging against the wall. No. No no no no no no not that thing again. No! I refuse!

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“Bind. Counter. Sever. Come on, work, dammit!”

None of my efforts bear fruit. I end up muttering insults against fate, the spheres and whatever is causing this horrible phenomenon but to no avail.

It will happen.

I am being summoned again.