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[traumaticlaw]

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F a c e l e s s. Sparks, heavy footfalls, leading along the heavy grating of metal against worn tile. The pathway was clear, nothing but strewn boxes and discarded papers, as it was used to. Shoulders slacken as far away from the beam in what could almost be considered leisurely, bore down only by the weight of it’s constant luggage. The creature came to a sudden halt, head poised up. S o u n d. It wasn’t a l o n e.