Stan książek
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Nowa
Książka nowa.
Używany - jak nowa
Niezauważalne lub prawie niezauważalne ślady używania. Książkę ciężko odróżnić od nowej pozycji.
Używany - dobry
Normalne ślady używania wynikające z kartkowania podczas czytania, brak większych uszkodzeń lub zagięć.
Używany - widoczne ślady użytkowania
zagięte rogi, przyniszczona okładka, książka posiada wszystkie strony.
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Dr. Louis Creed immediately felt at ease with the house. It was sprawling, aged, and charmingly unpretentious, offering a cozy environment perfect for his family to settle down. The children would have abundant opportunities to grow, play, and explore in the tranquil setting of Maine's rolling hills and meadows, a stark contrast to the bustling streets and pollution of Chicago. The only disturbance came from the occasional large truck rumbling along the two-lane highway, its presence marked by the sound of gears grinding and engines roaring as it traversed the long slopes. Yet beyond the house, far from the road, lay a genuinely secure area. A well-trodden path led into the woods, closely tied to the traditions of local children who, over generations, brought their beloved deceased pets there for burial, in an earnest childhood rite. Though imbued with a touch of melancholy, it was undoubtedly safe—a place that shouldn't invade one's dreams with terror or dread, or cause one to wake in the night, heart pounding with anxiety.
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Dr. Louis Creed immediately felt at ease with the house. It was sprawling, aged, and charmingly unpretentious, offering a cozy environment perfect for his family to settle down. The children would have abundant opportunities to grow, play, and explore in the tranquil setting of Maine's rolling hills and meadows, a stark contrast to the bustling streets and pollution of Chicago. The only disturbance came from the occasional large truck rumbling along the two-lane highway, its presence marked by the sound of gears grinding and engines roaring as it traversed the long slopes. Yet beyond the house, far from the road, lay a genuinely secure area. A well-trodden path led into the woods, closely tied to the traditions of local children who, over generations, brought their beloved deceased pets there for burial, in an earnest childhood rite. Though imbued with a touch of melancholy, it was undoubtedly safe—a place that shouldn't invade one's dreams with terror or dread, or cause one to wake in the night, heart pounding with anxiety.
