... amount of dust. I held the door open worried that it might close behind me and that I would not be able to open it again. I would look around for the brass rim of the light switch. I would flick it down and the bare bulb would flick on for a moment. I would see the room and then it would flick out of sight and then back in. The next moment it would go out. This went on until the bulb had made up its mind whether to stay on or keep itself off. If off then I would wonder off not particularly upset, as I knew there were other rooms to explore. If it stayed on, however, then I would see the room and the relics of my grandfather's youth, guns and bayonets stuck to the wall or just left on the bed. Paintings the same, often just ...

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