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ArtistFlaxman Low stepped into the dark, wainscoted smocking room and he tried to navigate himself around the pitch- black room. Dark. Very dark. The only noise to be heard was the old, leather chair rocking back and forth. What was the noise? It was a quiet creaking noise. He crept towards the chair, wondering who was sat in it but then he realised there was no one there other than him and Harald. The only light to be seen was the one, lit candle and a big, round chandelier glistening above his head. The last thing he noticed was the candle flickering.
A thoughtful figure sits in a darkened room, clad in a formal suit. The silhouette is framed against the shadows, creating a somber and contemplative atmosphere.