There was something quite satisfying in stepping back and seeing the walls in their place, neat and straight and solid - had this house not been destined for destruction, Sam might have even thought it quite a nice place to live, with a few adjustments. "Are...we putting models of people in here, to tempt them in? Or just hoping they'll stop by? Or...is someone acting as a decoy?" He asked to no one in particular, glancing about anxiously at the last possibility.
Praying he wouldn't be suggested as monster meat, Sam went to help with the doors. Went with the work on the walls, after all, and Wessex seemed to have the roof handled with her crew; something that required precision and keeping his feet right on the ground felt much more right. While he was a wimpy bookmaker, in the last years he'd helped to build and construct a lot of things; Sam was handy enough with hinges and hammers by now.
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sam helps with the doors!
