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... the walls had soaked up decades of sweat, extinguished candles, and poorly whispered conspiracies. The floorboards creaked under any firm step, emitting dry cracks like old bones breaking. The light came from two oil lamps, with small and unstable flames, casting long shadows, twisted like snakes waiting to strike.
Hagan was seated in a chair too large for someone who hated feeling small. The high backrest had primitive carvings of leaves and claws, worn down by nervous nail marks. The t ...
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