The moon was bright in the sky. The stars adorned the night. Under the dense crowns he walked wrapped in his coat. In his hand he held a book. You couldn't see his face.
With slow but determined steps he advances.
There!
There he found it!
His face was beaming, although you couldn't see it...
The place that knows thousands of stories, but cannot tell them....Some new classics in old style

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