There was no need for Neria to open her eyes, for she knew where she was.  Her senses, which had always been acute, were greeted with the smells of parchment, ink and tallow; the sound of a logs crackling in the hearth, punctuated by the patter of rain falling gently upon windows.  These were the sounds and smells of home.  She was in the Circle.
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