"You thrust your finger into the frigid, numbing wind. Unbeknownst to you, your forefinger freezes solid. As one of the black shards spins into it, your fingertip breaks off with a sharp *crack* and goes skittering across the galleria floor. The icy Dark Birds remain in their whirling orbit as you wait for your fingertip to grow back." 1. Leave, hope no one saw any of that.
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Contains Sexual & Non-sexual Nudity
