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Post by The Witch King on Oct 9, 2002 16:05:02 GMT
*Walks away down the corridor*
It's your fault there's water everywhere..
If you hadn't have opened that door. Tsk tsk.
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Post by The Witch King on Jan 22, 2003 17:45:43 GMT
*Walks into the library shutting the door quietly behind him. The air is still. The place hasn't been disturbed for months and the shelves are covered in a thick layer of dust. Runs a boney finger over them and smiles to himself, imagining Rusty's reaction.
It would take a lot more then a feather duster to shift that lot.
As he walks between the rows of books, webs catch at his robes, undisturbed for so long.
The comfy chairs are still arranged around the fireplace and he sits down carefully in one, the leather creaking as he does so. On the table beside him is a candle, he touches the wick with his fingers instantly creating a flame. It flickers faintly, the golden glow warning the room. Sits back in the chair and recalls ghosts of the past.*
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