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'Stand there.’

He stands quietly, eyes fixed on nothing in particular, hands at his sides, muscles tensed.

Behind him he can hear rustlings – the bang of a well-used drawer being opened. Wood chinking against metal. The squeak of leather. Footsteps.

The spring breeze plays through the open window, whispering coolly against the thin cloth of his shirt.

And he waits.