We arrived there on an early September morning. The autumn just began. It was full with light, warm sunlight flowing in through many windows. But it was still cold inside.
Everywhere was silence. But any move, a chair accidentally pushed by an inch or two sounded for a moment like a thunder present all around us, and trembling against all walls till it died away.
True Norman Gothic. Witness to thousand years of good and harsh times. Served as one of the most inhuman prisons in history of England. Hosted the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Huge and austere, filled with warm light, but still cold. Silent but still capable of turning a slight move into trembling thunder in a split of a second. The Cathedral Church of Christ, Blessed Mary the Virgin and St Cuthbert of Durham.
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