[He ducks into the garage when it’s clear no one’s present, looking over the place and ignoring the chill. Such a scene is foreign to him—he knows so little of cars and how they actually work—though he gets the acute feeling not all of these tools are used as much as they’re presented to be.
Mender, whispers through his thoughts. Magic, then, to fix broken things? It would make sense, if all of this belonged to Alec’s father.
Little to do here, though. Not much to uncover. Henry makes his way to the stairs, up and up, and tests the door at the top. Does it open for him?]
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Mender, whispers through his thoughts. Magic, then, to fix broken things? It would make sense, if all of this belonged to Alec’s father.
Little to do here, though. Not much to uncover. Henry makes his way to the stairs, up and up, and tests the door at the top. Does it open for him?]