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Shattering the Shackles Though the Wind Does Wuther

The air was warm, albeit a bit dusty here from a 'prolonged abandonment'—now, that word might sound a bit inappropriate if anything; perhaps 'being well-preserved' was the closest way of describing this room:

At the end of a short hallway of the first floor of a small lodge, precisely where no one rarely came across, was a room—or a small chamber if one may call it so—whose air smelt dusty yet lingered with a slightly pleasant and earthy aroma of old cedar… really, what a refreshing smell… coupled with slightly warm air for the lack of ventilation and any window, which should prevent the outside cold air and the scorching heat of the sun from entering – it gave off a comforting atmosphere: