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In the shadows by the fireplace, a nose twitched and wiskers quivered. Many crumbs had fallen, and the mouse was sleek, though restless at times. Shadows flickered on the walls, and memories flickered in the old room even as the grey-clad servants went noiselessly about their business.
The common room would empty soon, and the mouse planned his evening's trek; the old sea-captain had dropped plenty of crumbs and spilled some beer.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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