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[leto_reficio]

In Metropolis, there is a motel.

It's haunted by something that you can't see, can't hear, can't smell, can only feel as a chill in the air.It's been abandoned for a long time. There are signs of later habitation -- clothes, disturbed dust, a little food -- but nothing more recent than the unbroken circle of salt around it that was laid down more

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[dear_carbon]

...Okay, salt?

Weird.

Darla pauses to investigate.

[leto_reficio]

It goes all the way around the perimeter of the motel in a broad circle, the grains of salt piled thickly on top of one another so that the wind does not accidentally blow a gap through.

Though the wind isn't the only danger, is it? For some reason, no rain has dissolved the circle, no animals carried parts of it away. Of course, being surprised about magic in the Shatterverse is like going into a forest and being shocked to find so many trees.

The motel door is peeling and slightly ajar.

[dear_carbon]

"Fucking-'scuse-me creepy," she mutters, and then (because when has Darla had any sense?) takes a careful step over the line.

[leto_reficio]

As she moves within its perimeter, the lurking presence that's trapped here raises its head. Well, it doesn't, because it does not currently have a head, but that is the spirit of the gesture which cannot be described in normal terms. He senses the arrival of a living creature as you or I might sense a breath of air wafting into a stifling room.

A horrible mishap entirely fails to befall her.

And the door is still open.