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The door opens. Beyond it is what appears to be some sort of mausoleum, with what might be display cases and shelves shrouded underneath large, white sheets. It is a suitable backdrop for the man standing in the doorway, light eyes narrowed as he looks around. He's a little taller than your average man, shoulders just that much wider underneath a bomber jacket and jeans ensemble.
He frowns briefly, then steps all the way inside and shuts the door behind him. Since Fate has seen fit to give him a bar instead of the path leading from the brownstone to the street, it probably means he's supposed to be here.
Carter will figure out why once he gets his bearings.
[tiny feathered tag: Carter Hall]
He frowns briefly, then steps all the way inside and shuts the door behind him. Since Fate has seen fit to give him a bar instead of the path leading from the brownstone to the street, it probably means he's supposed to be here.
Carter will figure out why once he gets his bearings.
[tiny feathered tag: Carter Hall]