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Urquhart is slouching on the couch by the fireplace, with the grin of the cat that got the canary on his face, a bottle of whiskey at hand, and the sleeping dog by his feet.
His hair is hanging over the arm of the sofa and all the way to the floor. There may be one or two ribbons and perhaps a bell left in it.
He is reading a volume of ghost stories.
His hair is hanging over the arm of the sofa and all the way to the floor. There may be one or two ribbons and perhaps a bell left in it.
He is reading a volume of ghost stories.