[ thinking nothing of it, she walks through the door, more slowly than she usually does. she keeps her hands in the pockets of her coat and lets out a breath, her shoulders sagging beneath the heavy fabric. she doesn't feel as motivated or filled with energy as she has over the past few days since waking up here. all she wants to do is sit down, put her head in her hands and mope a little. ]
But this place has a past. You have to be open to exploring it, Elijah.
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But this place has a past. You have to be open to exploring it, Elijah.