[And there it is. The familiar leather and metal, the press of spikes that threaten to rip into flesh if he moves too quickly, the heavy weight that makes it difficult to even breathe. Familiar, reassuring, but also depressing.
The metal spikes are clean and cold, though he knows both of those statuses will change before too long.
If he could sink into the floor and disappear right now, he would.]
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The metal spikes are clean and cold, though he knows both of those statuses will change before too long.
If he could sink into the floor and disappear right now, he would.]
Th...thank you.