It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
“The stillness of the night was profound…”
It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
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