[ In hindsight, days from now, Elizabeth will feel a bit silly having expressed concern for the books. In the moment however, it seems like the only safe thing to focus on that's not monsters, corpses, or other horrors. Books are familiar and safe to her. This is a blow.
Her boots clatter across the floor toward the exit, which thankfully seems to have lost its furniture barricade somewhere in the chaos of the shifting scenes they've been forced to witness. Even still, her hands are shaking as the grabs the handles to tug the doors open. ]
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Her boots clatter across the floor toward the exit, which thankfully seems to have lost its furniture barricade somewhere in the chaos of the shifting scenes they've been forced to witness. Even still, her hands are shaking as the grabs the handles to tug the doors open. ]
What if there are more spirits outside now...?