I'm used to magic. But I can't feel it here. Not even my own. They might be magic, they might be something else. I'm not sure.
[Stay over there, creepy dolls. Rhys sits quietly, and hopes that isn't music he thinks he hears from somewhere amid the shattered halls of shelves. He's not getting up. He's not checking.]
Has anyone had luck traveling at night? I can't get the door open.
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[Stay over there, creepy dolls. Rhys sits quietly, and hopes that isn't music he thinks he hears from somewhere amid the shattered halls of shelves. He's not getting up. He's not checking.]
Has anyone had luck traveling at night? I can't get the door open.