only thieves and children run
The light within the corridor was the color of steel; its height-endowed windows formed lengthy shadows that both overwhelmed and enchanted. I rubbed the roughly furnished banister with my fingers. It was loosely feeble due to its extended age. Inhaling allowed a strong aroma of musk and tattered old books to enter my lungs. I paused to take ( Read more... )
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