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[There's a new door in the Sanctum.

It's been weeks since the accidental teleport that brought his older counterpart to the New York Sanctum, and the connection they created between their universes has seen little traffic. It's not something Stephen would normally be concerned about - he knows himself well enough to not be concerned by a few days of radio silence - but it's been long enough that his curiosity (and concern) has been piqued.

There's a shivery sort of wrongness that trails down his spine as he steps through, the gut-clenching absence that sits heavily in the air.]

Stephen?

He really should have known better than to use that spell.

A spell calling on a new source, a spell from a new book. Normally he’d spend countless hours seeking out any scrap of information he could find regarding the entities invoked in spellwork before trying it himself, and with magic like this, from a darker source, he’d not use it at all. But the situation had gotten desperate, they’d been overrun, and when he’d seen his companion go down, the words all but flew from him.

Fury, fear for Danny spurring a rash, reckless choice.

Needless to say, it was over quickly at that point. He could feel it catching up to him as he shakily dragged golems from where he’d last seen his friend, just praying to anyone that was listening that he was still there, still alive.

He’s not though. Yet another friend dead because you weren’t good enough, Strange.

Trying to ignore the thought, boot-heel catching in the wet grass when he tried again to pull another of the creatures aside, pitching him to the ground with a hissed noise of pain as he caught himself against a hand, the wash of vertigo definitely encouragement for him to stay down for the moment.

First you get him killed, and now you can't even dig him out? How pathetic.

[It had been a long couple weeks. And for the longest time Stephen kept the door to Kara’s world carefully shut. Locked even, if she were to try it. With everything going on he couldn’t risk her letting something out of the Sanctum, not in the state the place was in. But the longer things stretched on, he knew he needed ten minutes to stop and breathe.

On top of that, he needed help, for all he didn’t want to admit it, and Kara might just be able to do that, help take some of the pressure off of him. Assuming things weren’t blowing up on her side of the door as well that is.

If Kara was in the DEO building, she’d certainly hear the clunk of the old-fashioned lock before the door was pushed open, Stephen stepping through, closing it quickly behind him. Black cloak instead of red still, which just made him look even more run-down between the unruly beard and the dark circles under his eyes. And as much as his hands were shaking today, it took him several tries to fit the key in the lock to lock it again, grimacing with a low-muttered curse as he finally managed it.

At least the place seemed quiet. As quiet as it ever was, a good sign.]

[Stephen wasn't sure when the doorway had appeared in the Endless Hall. It wasn't anything odd, just another door floating in the inky darkness just by the railing. And for a nice change of pace, it didn't open to a cannibal world, or a hellish landscape. Just... a room. A bit large, with shelves like in the library, plush carpets and drapes muting sound, both with runes embroidered in. Containment spells, protections. Anti-theft.

Unlike the library however, the shelves held artifacts. Each had it's place, with a small index card in front, written in a script that he recognized as the Ancient One's. What each item was. What it did. What the downside to using it was. What quirks of nature there were to keeping the things dormant.

So, he started using it for the same purpose. His handwriting wasn't nearly as neat, not with how his hands shook on even the best days, but he could get the details down. And clearly this place had been used for a long while- he noticed another door behind a drape, and a peek through showed what looked to be endless rows of shelving, all full of artifacts in a similar manner to the little room he'd been using. But for the moment, he left that be. He wasn't running out of room, so there was no need to go poking around further just yet. He'd worry once things started getting crowded.]

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