as you walk inside the old library the large oak doors creak as they open. Every step you take echoes inside the stone walls as you leave footprints in the dust on the floor. When you reach the first room you look inside and see thousands of books, spiraling staircases and cushioned seating with a single large fireplace. When you enter the room the fireplace seems to light up on its own as if in greeting and the room lights up with torches that line the walls
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