The long bleak hallway rolled past her eyes, the air filled with drifting dead cells and spells, a printed name on a pedestrian paper taped to an intersection accompanied by an arrow. Down the hallow hall another paper signifying the place between worlds and a blue and white open/closed sign, flipped to open.
She pulled down the handle, opened the door to the space in the place and was met with the same drab lifelessness.
In walked the Witch Doctor.
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