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from here]Tolten tried to seem confident as he took the lead, proceeding further into the dark corridors. There had been nothing overtly threatening so far, but his heart was racing in his chest even so. He couldn't shake a sense of lurking danger, of shadowing hidden fear. He tried to tell himself he was being foolish, but experience told him
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Where was he even going? He knew the sun room was this big door - opened treacherously wide already - and through that was the cafeteria and whatever. Alaric made sure to give even the door of the sun room a huge berth, nearly bumping shoulders with the opposite wall. He was not taking chances with ghosts ever again. Ever. Even it, yeah, he'd saved a guy's life (or helped, at least,) he still regretted going in there for his own sanity's sake.
Ghosts. Geez.
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