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The second floor hall was lit by rank on rank of torcheres with dozens of wax candles impaled on spikes, candles with glass chimneys over them to keep off the drafts that wandered throughout the House despite its thick earthen walls. The herbal perfume from the oils in the wax drifted on the drafts, riding atop the heavy stink of the hot wax. Tinoopa and Kizra sat on an inadequately padded bench outside the door to the Matja’s suite.