JSA Brownstone
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jla_watchtowerAs the gathering breaks up, Caleb numbers among those heading towards the door. Unlike the rest, though, he lingers, and stares at the door for a moment. He lets out a sigh as he brushes his hair out of his face with a hand.
Hesitantly he moves away from the door, and drags his tired, sore frame towards the cold comfort of the guest rooms.
Hesitantly he moves away from the door, and drags his tired, sore frame towards the cold comfort of the guest rooms.
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