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Find us in burnished rooms imbued with soft shadows. Here walls understand stories shared, slight nudges between stars where fires dwell the night. Sanded varnish exudes a charm bespeaking lore wrought by timber clocks whispering sweet nothings.
Envision sinister little gasps taken when candlesticks flicker, encroaching secrets graze reluctant ledges eternally entranced.