His footsteps sounded hollow as he entered the hallway. His shadow cast itself the length of the polished wooden floor, almost touching the edge of the stairs. Dust motes glimmered briefly in the sunlight, stirred into dance by his movement.
Gethyon hesitated. Had the house been abandoned in his absence?
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