Visions of fire filled her head and drew Em down one corridor after another. Tarot cards slipped subconsciously from her fingers like bread crumbs in her wake. She almost stumbled over Jag before she realized he was there and why she'd been brought to this room instead of the many she'd passed. She knelt beside him, one hand going to his face, turning it toward her. "Jag?"
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Date: 2015-10-31 07:06 pm (UTC)