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[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
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...hey.
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[Angles her head towards the healing spring]
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He says maybe it can fix me.
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...kay. Here goes.
[Please hold. He's taking off his belt pouches, socks, and boots at setting them down by her feet, and also emptying his pockets.]
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[He does a pretty good job at not grimacing? But he still kind of grimaces.]
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[And she waits, with his stuff, for him to make his choice.]
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I -
...thanks.
[He hesitates - hesitates longer. Turns toward the pool, and takes a deep breath, and then steps in.]