Story 21 of 48, about 5 minutes to read

In the Blue and Crimson Parlor

A refuge in the silence of stopped time

Perhaps you pushed the wrong door at the end of a corridor in an old palazzo. A parlor where time has stopped receives you: waxed parquet, a velvet armchair, a crystalline silence.

It is the privilege of having discovered a hidden treasure and of being, for a few dilated instants, its only silent keeper.

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