The radio crackled like someone rolling up letters they were not happy with. Disappointed, I decided to go upstairs to the great mansion's library. A heavy wooden door with an iron knob greeted me. It took me some effort to move it to get inside. It was quiet. I made my way to the bookshelf. The thick wooden floor creaked slightly. As I touched the corner of a book on British gardens, the sound of thunder startled me. I almost dropped the book. Rain crashed in like an uninvited guest.
It was all very sudden. I closed the glass windows quickly and rushed downstairs to find Mr. Albert, the mansion's caretaker. He wasn't at this desk. I stepped out and saw him walking his dog...in the bright, hot sun. "Nice sunshine eh Madam?", said Mr. Albert. Obviously, someone in the library didn't like being disturbed and made that very clear to me.
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