*Door watches his retreating back bleakly, then turns the other way. After a few steps, she gasps loudly and stumbles, falling to her knees. The boar falls out of her pocket and clatters against the cobblestones of the alleyway. Door scrabbles for it, but her vision blurred by pain and tears, she does not immediately find it.*
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Date: 2004-08-03 05:25 pm (UTC)