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It's been almost a week since Shinichi and 1412 renewed their acquaintance, a week in which barely a lightbulb has shorted, the only doors to swing open on their own account have been prompted by the wind, and the amount of spectral activity about the dressing room has reduce dramatically.
The study has been quiet, the novels collecting dust, the notebook on the desk going unopened. The memorial tablet still looks as fresh as ever, thanks to the efforts of its visitors, but the rest of the room has a sadly neglected feel.
Until now.
Now --
There's something there.
The study has been quiet, the novels collecting dust, the notebook on the desk going unopened. The memorial tablet still looks as fresh as ever, thanks to the efforts of its visitors, but the rest of the room has a sadly neglected feel.
Until now.
Now --
There's something there.