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... ns do when the people who normally fill them are somewhere else doing whatever it is people do when they are not occupying inns. I noticed it the moment I sat down.
The common room still had the fire going, the lamps lit, the Walker’s stool where it always was, and the fog drifting through the room in its usual evening pattern. It moved like a civil servant dutifully completing a task nobody had officially assigned.
The building creaked now and then. Small adjustments. The sort o ...
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