[He closes his wings to fit through the door and opens them again on the other side, tail flaring, sailing above the haphazardly arranged rocks until he bounces down, furling his wings again.
Julien hates the ghost zone, but its strangeness is somehow a lot less offputting than watching the moon squirm and lash. Finally he turns.]
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Julien hates the ghost zone, but its strangeness is somehow a lot less offputting than watching the moon squirm and lash. Finally he turns.]
You knew it was me?