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... ir of neglect that clung to it like dust, it had everything a room was supposed to have—barely, but completely.
A large bed stood at the center, taking up most of the space. Its thick black blankets were etched with a faint, web-like pattern of white, the kind that made your eyes follow and lose focus. To one side of the room, a wooden wardrobe rose beside a modest bookshelf. Both seemed to have been carved from the same tree, grown and hewn to exist as one singular piece.
Only a ...
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