Far over, the misty mountains cold
Mr. Metson looked up when the door opened and shut with a violence unknown to the tucked into a corner – where only those seeking its doors could see it – library. It was Mrs. Agarwal, red in the face, panting, flapping her hands in front of her face to cool herself down. Today, she…
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