[ Matt definitely gets the ping, a psychic frisson he's growing accustomed to. It's not quite as familiar as a ringtone, and probably never will be, but the nudge of communion from without is getting somewhere close to normal.
He knows he should answer.
He really should.
Instead, he keeps wandering the streets, his feet leading him to a part of the city he seldom visits. It's populated with rundown book and curio shops, most shuttered for the night--or possibly for good.
It's another hour before the pressure of politeness overwhelms Matt's foreboding. ]
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He knows he should answer.
He really should.
Instead, he keeps wandering the streets, his feet leading him to a part of the city he seldom visits. It's populated with rundown book and curio shops, most shuttered for the night--or possibly for good.
It's another hour before the pressure of politeness overwhelms Matt's foreboding. ]
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