She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank.
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