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yway, his casing occupying the space with that natural edge - chilly, yet shockingly, charming attractive, but cold. He held

, his voice as smooth as glass, uncovering nothing.

ow? His review was the one spot I'd been never to enter. "You

ng with something near entertainmen

simply a room. What's

ng his review was long, twisting, and as I moved toward the entryway, I felt like I was venturing into a totally unique universe. Inside, it was faintly lit, the

ng anything he was feeling. "I see you came ready," he comment

me here?" I asked, attempting to soun

imple fine clean

sparkling, weighty, and peculiarly gorgeous. My breath h

is," he mumbled, w

at long last murmured, however

mur from mine, and answered, "Some

a third presence. The unease was overwhelming, almost choking, as he

le," he said gradually, allowin

, excessively constrained. "Excuse

ntered, his eyes limiting marginally. "You're as

- like "figuring out" implied undeniably more than simple information. Maybe h

t have set up such countless standards,"

or, immediately veiled by a smile - a dim, computing smile. "Ru

me. Similarly as I arrived at the entryway, his hand sh

r with a steel edge. "The key... you might use it. Be that

ed down the corridor, the vital cold and weighty in my grasp, an image of both opportuni

of me needed to rush back, to defy anything he was concealing head-on. However, one more piece of me

ouse, despite the fact that he was not even close. Henry was a man of logical inconsistencies - cold yet unusually

other ha

he possibility that he'd given me the key not to fin

greeting - or a test. As I went after it, the entryway squeaked open, and

t?" he asked, his voice holdi

g. "Perhaps. Relies upon

"Not all things are intended to be uncovered,

I wasn't even certain where this unexpected strength came from, yet his nea

gish grin twisted his lips. "Then, at that point, I surmise

ed, abandoning me with the key - and the inquir