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!!kJ4m1ekiW+4 01/08/11(Sat)16:13 No.13444349Kicking the side of the door with the lock on it, it opens right up, the sound of old wood splintering filling the air. The door leads to a staircase, going up, and up, and up. Walking up the steps, you wonder where you are. Surely you'd notice these stairs above your house. You must have gone up 10 flights by now, and your home only has 2 floors.Your legs ache, and the figurine in your pocket is stabbing into your leg. It hurts, but you ignore it. Finally, you reach a door of rusted iron, the candles about it melted down to the base.
Opening it, you see your father, working on a corpse on a table. It's a workshop, with a staircase leading up somewhere further. He's covered in Jade Green blood, screaming orders at a massive monster made of wood. This all seems so familiar, as your arm begins to hurt. Looking down, you raise your hand up. It's gone, and an eye stares at you from the stump.
How odd, you think, as you fall back onto the stairs.
You wake up, your Grandfather is bandaging up the stump of your hand. The pain is fading, and he apologizes for poking the wound. Looking around, Jezebel is at the foot of the bed, held back easily by Cassius. Brick is no where to be seen.
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