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... season’s first snow as if waiting to veil the world in white. A thin mist clung to Sexton’s tall and narrow windows. Inside, dozens of long candles were lit, their glow staining the stone walls. From the direction of the main hall, the distant sounds of violins and cellos spilled into the passageways.
In the corridors, the students’ voices filled themselves with excitement. Some were already dressed and ready while some were hurrying up and down to borrow what they needed from their frie ...
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