[ As he calls out, Henry's breath is visible in the low, stormy light. The chill of winter yet lingers in the air.
Ducking into the garage will set the lights flickering on, and the low hum of lightbulbs warming up fills the otherwise quiet space. There is a car in here, the hood is open and various pieces of the internals sit strewn about on a work bench or the floor in the small work space. There are tools, too, though in Alec's memory it's perfectly clear that a great deal of them are for show. His father mostly uses magic in his work, and the term Mender comes to mind, though there's no further context given.
No one responds to Henry's call. However, now that he's inside, he can see a set of old wooden stairs in the back of the garage, ostensibly leading to the small apartment above. The door at the top is closed, but there's light coming through the cracks. ]
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Ducking into the garage will set the lights flickering on, and the low hum of lightbulbs warming up fills the otherwise quiet space. There is a car in here, the hood is open and various pieces of the internals sit strewn about on a work bench or the floor in the small work space. There are tools, too, though in Alec's memory it's perfectly clear that a great deal of them are for show. His father mostly uses magic in his work, and the term Mender comes to mind, though there's no further context given.
No one responds to Henry's call. However, now that he's inside, he can see a set of old wooden stairs in the back of the garage, ostensibly leading to the small apartment above. The door at the top is closed, but there's light coming through the cracks. ]