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    The inside of the shop was decidedly creepier than anything Sejanus had ever seen. There was intricate carving up the support beams- making them decoration instead of just structure. The door frames, too, and the window sills. But no amount of gentle swirls and floral wallpaper could distract from the vast array of puppets. All sizes and shapes, every color of the rainbow and some colors Roy G. Biv himself seemed to have personally rejected sat all over the shop. On shelves bolted above the windows, dangling on string from the ceiling, sat on every ornate piece of hand carved furniture. One resembled him, in a way that made him want to tuck tail and run. It sat on what looked like the headboard for a bedframe, with nothing but eyes carved into the wood.

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    Sejanus Plinth, funeral home director, is fascinated by the puppet shop across the street, and the unsettling man that runs it.

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    Coriolanus + Clemensia were born about 10 years earlier in this fic, both so I can have them not know eachother, and so Coriolanus did not grow up malnourished- he's tall as hell

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