This tiny capillary of the Boxlands had been pinched off temporarily. It didn't pulse or tunnel back to the attic beyond. The dust and old magic that rested here crackled in the little god's presence.
Meanwhile, back on the ground, Maurice stared warily up at the opening his friend had disappeared through.
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Meanwhile, back on the ground, Maurice stared warily up at the opening his friend had disappeared through.
"...Does that mean you see 'em?"