Night. [William's smile not only looks genuine but is genuine, goes all the way up to his eyes.
He inclines his head, turns away. His anachronistic sneakers squeak a little as he lopes on out into the hallway, vanishes into the labyrinthine spaces beyond.]
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He inclines his head, turns away. His anachronistic sneakers squeak a little as he lopes on out into the hallway, vanishes into the labyrinthine spaces beyond.]