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The night slowly drifts in through the window, quiet chatter begins to rise from the box beneath my bed. The soothing sounds of agalloch take me into my sleep, whilst below... something stirs. Not unlike that painful feeling after the all-too-rich Easter meal, but not wholly like it either. Something dark, something sinister, something that has had enough of all the star-wars lego.
Slowly and quietly, between a clump of blue tac and a large block of green lego, one stormtrooper turns and motions a hand signal to another, the other, wedged firmly into a small cup, motions b