Another lonely day in an empty Bolt Hole place. Cob webs hang from dark corners. Silence engulfs the empty rooms and halls. Night Star
settles into the garden outside. From the distance she hears whispers in the wind. Is that the voices of the Bolt Hole people stuck in the realm of
the real world? She wonders.
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