Nothing worthy of note happened this evening.
The linden tea was still warm. The fire burned with quiet dignity. I rediscovered a book I had believed lost for years.
I heard no laughter coming from the Forbidden Attic.
I have no intention of asking why.
Providence sometimes grants small mercies to weary men.
I consider it a gift.
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— Aurelius, Chronicler of The Attic
