soldieronwards | heart and soul

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heart and soul

The ground falls out beneath you. You're in midair, you're surrounded by swirling clouds, and there's nowhere stable to put your feet. The space between your body and the turbulence around you feels poorly defined as well; where do you end and your surroundings begin? Is there a stable you in the first place?

But eventually--

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Once you push through the fog some more, you can make out a few details. There's no label on this door, only a large red hammer and sickle:

☭

Something dark and reddish stains the bottom of the door and seeps out a bit through the small crack there.

The door is stuck in its frame. It's not locked, but it'll take some effort to push it open...and you're unlikely to be able to do so stealthily.

[checks the stains--that's blood, isn't it...

gonna give the door a hard shove with his full weight behind it, just get it wide enough so he can slip through]