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While the new owner paces around the room, inspecting every dark corner, his friend surveys the landscape through the small skylight that pierces the front wall like a Cyclopean eye. The main aisle faces him. At the end, he can see the gates, whose rusty appearance does not hide the magnificent forge work. He admires the long, sanded driveway, as if drawn with a chalk line, lined with poplars and shrubs. Behind him, the sad music from the well continues its agony.

Difficulty ***

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