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There is a stark white sheet of paper tacked to the far left corner of the board, folded meticulously into the small origami shape of a crouched, vaguely humanoid figure.
It is unmarked and bears the curious property of going easily overlooked, almost if it might not even exist there at all, unless one is focused on it directly.
To a certain few, its pointed motif might be a familiar one.
It takes silent note of passersby.
It is unmarked and bears the curious property of going easily overlooked, almost if it might not even exist there at all, unless one is focused on it directly.
To a certain few, its pointed motif might be a familiar one.
It takes silent note of passersby.