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Shawn
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Standing there in the room filled with pristine antique chairs, perfectly preserved end tables, and enough bookshelves to make a lot of libraries jealous, I noticed that there seemed to be no life here at all. Just these things and the smell of the people who had been here. Dietrich, who seemed to be lost in some sort of flashback, was walking around the room and looking at the things as if he was actually living in the past. Like this was three hundred years ago and he was visiting an old friend's house.