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[There are piles of clothes scattered throughout this corridor, empty but for small piles of sand. There's also a few bloodstains here and there...
At the end of the corridor is a mirror. Standing in front of it is a child Allen, or so he appears. He's trembling slightly as he stares into it, and then he swings his fists into it. The glass and the image shatters and blood flows from his fists. The wounds soon heal over, but for those few with shards of glass still inside. He doesn't bother pulling them out.]
[[After an encouter with the Earl, consummatebard 's not-quite-modification has been corrected... mostly ;) ]]