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" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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You are the Inquisitor, are you not? If you will pardon the intrusion, I wished to inquire after Dorian.

[There is... only one thing Dorian's phone simply not existing any more could mean, but somehow it does not seem quite real without confirmation. Henry wonders if this is cruel. Yet it is too private a matter for the network, and Henry remembers Dorian drinking his whiskey in his apartment, desolate over having to mercy kill this woman. If anyone would know for certain--]

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I am the Inquisitor. What has Dorian gotten into this time?

[ If she knew that he'd vanished-- but, they don't keep track of all their comings and goings, and Dorian spends a lot of time in the library. If she knew, she wouldn't employ levity. ]

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That I hoped to learn from you.

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What do you mean?

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I can no longer reach his phone.

[There is a short hesitation before he also sends:]

It seems to be gone.

[To make it clear that he does not just mean unanswered.]

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[ That... has her stomach flip unpleasantly. Rainier had vanished, it's true, and... he hasn't been the only one. The Inquisitor leaves her device to do a cursory search of their home, and... truthfully, it doesn't look as if Dorian's room has been touched in days. ]

He has not been at home. He may be in the library or elsewhere.
He may be in danger. I will look for him and report back to you if I can or cannot locate him.

Thank you for telling me.

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I will likewise conduct my own search. Godspeed.