Clicking and clattering go the bones, a grumbling echo of a response that Edmund in particular might be able to pick out to being “because…
You….
-- were….
-------- here….”
Before the bones promptly clatter to the floor in an air of nothing, wind racing through the cavern to dull the flames before everything is as it was once more.
You….
-- were….
-------- here….”
Before the bones promptly clatter to the floor in an air of nothing, wind racing through the cavern to dull the flames before everything is as it was once more.
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