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One moment, the Labyrinth doorway. The next, a narrow bed in a cold room. A scuffling sound at the window pane, sparrows landing and then taking off again. An argument in some other room, muffled by walls but not very well: Go to hell, you're not my husband, you can't come here and talk like that to my kids.
It's all in French.
It's all in French.
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Date: 2017-04-02 06:02 pm (UTC)...though he hesitates for a second, just in case a dragon cracks through the marble floor.
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Date: 2017-04-03 05:03 pm (UTC)....................
wait for it...................
....................................nah.
It's just that room. And outside, the horses; and down the mountain, Milliways.