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... drew his eyes across the bleak room with maps pinned to the stone walls.
An old, large round table sat in the very center; the wood was rotten. Cracks littered the singular thick leg.
The chairs surrounding looked like antiques from early Catatran rather than something one would actually deign to use. The spruce weathered and molded by the nasty sewer fumes.
An out-of-place oak cabinet in the corner seemed to have undergone the same trauma.
Finally, there was the ...
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