seemed ordinary enough, though the doors to either side of the corridor were lopsided. Which was not too great a problem, as the half-curtains that hung at the top of each doorframe covered up most of the slantiness of it. No. Thirty-Eight was the second to the last on the left, and its nearest neighbors were No. Thirty-Seven and No. Thirty-Two.

The walls were washed, though it was hard to say with what color it really was, because of the light. Seph closed his eyes blearily and then glanced back and forth.

Number Thirty-Seven.

Number Thirty-Two.

Should he say hi? Was that appropriate manners? Did people in Low say hello to their neighbors when they moved in? Or did things like that depend on what you were?

He approached one of the doors, and raised his hand to knock, and was going to do so until he noticed that there was a rope dangling from the right of the doorframe. At first Seph had thought it was part of the tassel of the half-curtain, and then he realized that it was of a thicker, rope-like material. And that it was beaded. And that the beads were little skulls.

He stared.

Maybe...later.

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