Oru brought the illhb to the stairs, dismounted, and tied it to the post. Between him and the semi-gloom of the recessed decking streamers and flags of various colored papers hung from strings tied to the posts. Beyond those pride could not enter. Thankfully, Oru felt only relief.
A burlap mat and a reed floor was all he desired.

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