It was so plush that he sank into it and the fur closed around him, enveloping him in its delicate embrace. It was probably the most luxurious bed he had ever slept on. He sat up and looked around. He was in a cabin made of wood. The ceilings were at least eight metres high. The craftsmanship that had constructed it was stunning. Junk knew about wood because of his father. Without consciously seeking them out, Junk was drawn to the joints in the elaborate roof. A mix of mortise and tenon joints and comb joints, all cut to perfection. Even though he recognized the style, there was something different about how it was put together. He couldn’t quite work out what it was. Maybe it was the wood itself. The grain was extremely tight. Its colour was a rich burnt coppery orange. Half the room was in darkness even though it was light outside. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Something caught Junk’s attention and he frowned as he stared at the nearest window. The glass looked different from normal glass.
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