…the air plays about the cloistered area, the musky scent of literature and many things gerontological tugging at one’s olfactory receptors. A partially stifled groan penetrates the staccato shuffling of slippers sliding along dust and linseed oil. An oddly misshapen green and yellow candle is carefully lit, painting a warm kaleidoscope
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