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Jessi stared around her eyes flashed which caused the illusion to fade slightly as she peered into the door, the darshan flowed from her she was reaching into the reality of this holon, seeking to understand the structure of the material before her, it was a door, composed of wood, the grain ran north and south several knocks whorled in the wood. The handle, simple brass washed over with oils that discolored it over the years, the latching mechanism seemed a bit of wood laid across the to block entry.
Stepping back, Jessi narrowed the illusionary eyes as she looked at the facade of the building, it was weather worn and battered through years of exposure to the elements. Looking around Jessi spotted a pile of crates and barrels near the side of the building. Frowning she began climbing them until she was just below window sill. Jumping she clasp on to the sill and pulled herself up so could peer into the window, the room appeared empty. Punching the window the tinkling glass fell to the floor, unlatching the window she managed to open it.
After a moment she pulled herself into the room, standing Jessi allowed the darshan to flow from her, the child was somewhere in here, her signature would be different than those others who resided in this world. It would register as an anomaly much as Jessi place in this holon was.
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