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insertmeathere2009-11-05 08:54 pm
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You find yourself in a place.
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?

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The boy stares for a moment, then his eyes flick off to something to the side. He moves his head a little bit from side to side, clearly communicating something to somebody.
Then, watching Lafiel again, he slowly stands up. He's quite tall, really.
"Are you authorized to be here?" he asks.
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