Liethell
Psych
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#303
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She laughs and tousles his hair, then lays her hands on the gross wall. At first, nothing seems to happen, but slowly, the wall begins to turn dark, as if a great shadow fell over it. There's a rumbling and the sound of stone against stone as the door slowly slides to the right and reveals an elegant staircase carved into the stone, matted with some form of wirey carpeting to keep entrants from slipping. "In ya go!"
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Posted 02-05-2014, 08:48 AM
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