The boy arranges the tin soldiers in lines of 6 upon a desk, noticing that one has a broken leg and throwing it across the desks surface. The unfinished soldier (as if magnetic) springs upright stilted upon its singular leg. a bright glare hits the eyes of the soldier, peering across the room it notices a paper ballerina near a window whos spangle is glimmering in the sunlight. *A smile passes its somewhat motionless corpse* A troll spy's upon this unspoken contact between the soldier and the ballerina. *The troll emits ferocious growl* |
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