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Ramiel slipped the key into the lock on the door, and entered his room. It had been months since he'd seen a bed, let alone his own room. He approached the set of drawers, and pulled the strange key from his pocket. What the hell, he thought, might as well leave it here; as safe of place as any. He opened the drawer, placed the key in, and closed it. He looked through the rest of the room, hoping to find anything of worth. He came up empty handed; that is, unless the occasional dust bunny was worth anything. Sitting down upon his bed, he cracked his neck, and waited.
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