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Teja is by the fireplace, whith his harp; his warm cloak is over the back of his high-backed chair, and he is wearing warm socks inside his caligae. It is the season when the Italian Goth truly starts to feel uncomfortable outside, and seeks warmth.
He is not playing now, though. His harp is leaning by the side of his chair, and he is nursing a clay cup of mulled red wine in his hands, gazing into the fire as if he were seeing visions in there, of places lost and people long gone.-
He is not playing now, though. His harp is leaning by the side of his chair, and he is nursing a clay cup of mulled red wine in his hands, gazing into the fire as if he were seeing visions in there, of places lost and people long gone.-