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who lived in this place

the whispers were barely perceptible there was scuffling and shuffling were ghosts up here then? I took a peek expecting to see people there was a steampunk like robot facing the door his eyes were made of hubcaps and he had coils for legs who made this? And when? It was curious to me. I halfway expected this robot to move. there was a brocade tapestry hanging behind the robot. dark in color, scarlet or deep forest green, impossible to say. the threads could have been gold. Wait, it might have been an old velvet crazy quilt. The darkness of the room hampered me getting it right. I saw a hobby horse, leaning against a two-seated couch. One of those crazy ones where you faced each other. Who lived in this place? I was thinking Jules Verne. Or Poe. Or a Victorian miscreant. This is a strange place. a creepy place. there was a stuffed raven in the corner. With yellow glass eyes. Definitely Poe.

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