John Henry
Glenn all but hummed in delight as he walked through the corridors. Being stuck in a world of plastic and glass had worn thin on him, the old castle with proper ironwork everywhere felt like a balm. A well locked door guarding the treasury area stood daunting and foreboding before him. He simply waved a hand and the complex tumblers melted away to let the door swing open.
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