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“This is not a good idea.” Toby sighed, following you into the rubble of the old building, you were both exhausted from trying to escape the storm. Your clothes were soaked and home was too far to reach. The building you were in was big and empty, the clay walls cracked with age. The ground was covered in moss and vegetation under foot and the walls covered in a thin layer of graffiti. It was good enough.