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... anquil manor, the flames of the fireplace crackled, the gentle rain tapping on the glass. The light sound, when transduced indoors, faded in the somewhat dim light.
The whispering sound of turning book pages could be heard, as Shiller reclined on the sofa in front of the fireplace, engrossed in reading. In this slow-paced era, the hours from sundown to bedtime always seemed quite lengthy. Shiller, with a book in hand, watched the world sway on the written words, slowly blurring, and just ...
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