Magical Tome

The outer archives are busy
The town clock was on the last stroke of twelve, the solitary candle measured about two inches from its socket, and as the summer wind rushed through the half-closed shutters, the melted tallow dripped slowly into the brightly-burnished brazen candlestick.
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