Something was different today. Conan was sure of it. But he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
Perhaps it was the strange magnifying glass he'd found sitting beside him this morning? It was odd that he couldn't convince himself to leave it behind. Or maybe it was that strange restlessness that he couldn't seem to stop. Or that desire he kept feeling.
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Perhaps it was the strange magnifying glass he'd found sitting beside him this morning? It was odd that he couldn't convince himself to leave it behind. Or maybe it was that strange restlessness that he couldn't seem to stop. Or that desire he kept feeling.
To seek out truth and justice.