Night 66: West Wing, Hall 2-A

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These were large halls she was walking through, a mirror to the first floor, but she hadn't seen anyone else up here, so far. Was the second floor just not someplace visited frequently at night? A chill rolled down her spine when she considered that maybe it was for a reason, and her strides picked up in pace a little. There was a door on the way, and out of curiosity, she tried it. Locked. Of course. A frown marred her features, one of indecision and frustration both. No, she'd keep going for now and come back to it later, maybe.

Flora turned to walk again, though she did look back at it. She'd keep going, but she had to wonder.

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