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Upon walking into the room, it smells like a faint hint of smoke, wood, and the smell of paper. There is stuff hanging from the walls, mostly seashells hung and glued on strings, but some are also pieces of wood that he finds and is able to keep without giving it to the people who light the campsite fires every night.
It seems Dominick isn't here right now.
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