Vincent was cleaning up the piles of trash that had accumulated in his keep. The walls were still covered in notation; he hadn't been able to bring himself to give up just yet.
He didn't recognize the knock.
"Come in." He tied off the latest bag, contemplating a test of his spell control with incinerating them himself.
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