玄霄宗的掌门书房燃着三盏灯。
不是蜡烛,是灯盏,铜制的,芯子剪得恰到好处,火苗不高不低,压着,亮着,把那间屋子照得四角分明,没有一处阴影——或者说,阴影都被压得极平,压进家具的缝隙里,压进墨砚的底部,压进那张坐在书案后的脸的深处,不漏,藏得很好。
云息真人在磨墨。
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