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... ulated from the rest of the world by thick stone walls and rows upon rows of leather-bound books. The only sounds were the scratching of a quill against parchment, a dry, rhythmic scritch-scritch-scritch, and the occasional pop of the dying fire in the massive stone hearth.
Derek sat hunched over his massive oak desk, a fortress of wood surrounded by towers of paper. The only light came from a single oil lamp, its flame flickering low, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. He ...
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