The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
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I might have something to discuss with you on that subject later, then.
sorry i missed this!
np!
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[ No more than he'd already heard, and it still doesn't help him know for sure what his options are, but it's something. ]
If you're interested in souls, all the ones from the fractured dimensions are just going to waste anyway when we erase them from existence, so. Putting that out there.
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