Nowhere Hall
We want to live...
In the ballroom, wallflower mannequins stretch their fingers towards Ron. He can't ask them to dance. He's already waltzing with other ghosts.
Someone stole the world while Ron contemplated death. They packed it in a briefcase and dumped him in the halls of the ruined hotel, The Vestibule. A nowhere place.
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