The Red Room. ’ He called through the library door. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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