Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A kaleidoscope
A pressed leaf, brown and crumbling between your fingers, its original color unknown.
A Ticket Outta This Joint
A Kidney Stone in a Small Glass Jar
An echo pressed between the pages of an old book
A body paint kit you used to know
A Half-Broken Antique Ship's Lantern
A Nicolas Cage sequin pillow
A Peacock Feather
The Mighty Stone

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