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... footsteps echoing faintly on the hardwood floor. The corridor was quiet, save for the sound of her footsteps and the occasional sounds of the people chattering filtering in from outside.
The hall was long, lined with doors on either side, the hall was dimly lit— lit by a soft, golden light that filtered in through the windows that was slightly blocked by the dark blinds, the shadows of leaves swaying in the breeze dancing across the walls.
The further she walked, the more the so ...
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