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Wind and night and stars wheeled by as he winnowed us through the world, and the calluses of his hand scratched against my own fading ones before-
Before sunlight, not starlight, greeted me. Squinting at the brightness, I found myself standing in what was unmistakably a foyer of someone's house.
The ornate red carpet cushioned the one step I staggered away from him as I surveyed the warm, wood-panelled walls, the artwork, the straight, wide oak staircase ahead.
Flanking us were two rooms: on my left, a sitting room with a black marble fireplace, lots of comfortable, elegant, but worn furniture, and bookshelves built into every wall. On my right; a dining room with a long, cherrywood table big enough for ten people- small, compared to the dining room at the manor. Down the slender hallway ahead were a few more doors, ending in one that I assumed would lead to a kitchen. A town house.
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This house... this house was a home that had been lived in and enjoyed and cherished.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))