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... always evoked a special feeling in me. Here, the air seemed to be saturated with time: the smell of old books and dust soaked into the bindings mingled with the tart aroma of tobacco smoke left over from his morning pipe.
The study looked impressive and almost intimidating: heavy bookcases reaching up to the ceiling, a massive dark wood desk with elegant carvings around the edges, bundles of letters and documents neatly stacked in piles. In the center of it all sat Duke William Dickens ...
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