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Here was an unflickering candle in a closed jar; here was a winter wind caught in a box that was stocked full of food; here were rugs and sofas, beds and pillows—all plump and colorful as dusky clouds. In nearly every room, crystal clear water waited to flow at the twist of a knob.
The Fall of Babel (The Books of Babel Book 4)
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