The wand ran over me, and it beeped at chest level. He was leaning against the wall arms crossed. He flashed that warm smile that he could draw from his bag anytime he wanted, or maybe it was real and my cynical nature was showing. He was less than ten inches away from me.
His voice was cheerful, joking. My voice still sounded rough. I shook my head, literally shaking it off, and looked around the small bedroom. Or for all I knew real Aztec temple.
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