He went to the fridge and got himself a beer and cracked it.
How long had it been? A year? Had it been a year already.
"Have a poke around," he offered.
There were books and papers piled on a desk, all dark magics, more than
one forbidden tome. He had a framed tarot card, the Hanged Man. Everything
remotely nice was a gift, and nothing coordinated.
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Date: 2021-10-01 12:20 pm (UTC)He went to the fridge and got himself a beer and cracked it.
How long had it been? A year? Had it been a year already.
"Have a poke around," he offered.
There were books and papers piled on a desk, all dark magics, more than one forbidden tome. He had a framed tarot card, the Hanged Man. Everything remotely nice was a gift, and nothing coordinated.