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[ the lights dim. it's a fallacy to think it, but the entire store seems to tend toward silence with it. light makes a space; people make a space. kaveh had remembered a home that had been a sanctuary of warmth and light, wherein people didn't need to speak in order to become something living between its walls. darkness, in contrast, brings out all the little needless vicissitudes of life. you didn't get very far looking through it, though mankind have always searched for the brightest way forward regardless. it was why they invented lights. and then, because the world has always been kind for it, it's also why the rtwahists looked towards the stars. midnight disappears in the chiaroscuro of racks and shelves that line the floor of the store. kaveh looks out into the murk, and then, as his eyes begin to adjust, up at the light itself.

the little flashlight he'd picked up clicks in his hand. kaveh points it upwards, tracing the reflection of the chandelier, and begins to climb. the light is still warm to the touch, but rapidly cooling - which is a good thing. midnight has the cloth bag. kaveh patiently waits until midnight has returned, and then, with a tilt of his head, considers the silent fall of his footfalls. ]

Can you find one of the larger screwdrivers? It ought to have the heavier grip.