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[087] [381] Sitting pretty
Look. Sometimes the world looks perfect, with nothing to rearrange. By the same token, sometimes you just get a feeling like you need some kind of change. Either way, no matter what the odds are this time, I'm feeling like nothing's going to stand in my way. There's this... idk, flame in my heart, and along with a long-lost friend, it can give every dark street a light at the end. Just saying.
The door opens into a large room.
You look round the room and see nothing of interest apart from an alcove in the west wall and a stone chair in the middle of the room. Sitting in the chair is the skeleton of an armed warrior, possibly a contestant from years gone by. The skeletal fingers of its right hand are gripped round a piece of parchment.
The door opens into a large room.
You look round the room and see nothing of interest apart from an alcove in the west wall and a stone chair in the middle of the room. Sitting in the chair is the skeleton of an armed warrior, possibly a contestant from years gone by. The skeletal fingers of its right hand are gripped round a piece of parchment.
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