Prophecy in Crayon
One Hallway. Infinite Red Flags.
The hallway didn’t have shelves.
It didn’t even have walls, really—at least not consistently.
One moment there was paneling, then just peeling wallpaper, then suddenly a forest of umbrellas hanging from the ceiling like bats. The light dimmed by degrees, like visibility was being rationed. But Little Sir Menace toddled on.
Behind him, Beau stumbled from …
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