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It's a quiet evening in the Clergy, and Copia is working on some overdue paperwork in his office. He's got nothing but his desk light illuminating him right now as he hunches over the documents, a hand running through his thick hair.
It's pretty safe to say he's stressed. The position of Papa seemed so simple when Terzo was Papa... but that's because he put off a lot of important shit. Copia realizes this now.
As he sighs deeply, his train of thought is interrupted by a knock on the door to his office.
"Come in," he says simply. His voice is a little raspy from not using it very much in the past hour or so.
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