The Museum
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" The museum building was large and elegant. It jutted out of the ground like some grand hindrance in a hero's journey. The pillars loomed large and white against the background of dark clouds and the wide marble steps spread intimidatingly up into the building like the tongue of a hungry predator. It was all together haughty and self-assured that once I entered the immaculate doors that I might not ever leave."
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