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His hand was still cold, as usual. He slowly walked to the stair case and took his time going up, making sure she didn't have to try to keep pace with him and fall. They approached the end of the hall where one could see a bedroom before sharply turing to his left and opening a door into a library.

The library took a break from the modern feel of the house and appeared more traditional, dark wood shelves laden with books covered the walls with a few sections specifically marked for the different religions of the world, different cultures, and various tomes of politic and economic theory. In the middle of the room there were two stained oak tables, one of which had a chair pulled out and a copy of "The Complete Fiction of H.P Lovecraft" with the page marked. Over these two tables hung a silver chandelier. Damien swept his hand across the room. "What do you think?"