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Time’s Place
Unpretentious But Comfortable
You can tell as soon as you walk in the front foyer that this is Time’s Place. Am I right? It’s got her written all over it, you know? The smell, that’s the first thing. That tantalizing and not at all unpleasant aroma of deep decay. When it’s long past putrid or nasty and there’s nothing left but an ancient loaminess. I find it comforting myself.
The decor? Classic Time. Every detail. All those yellowed letters framed along the staircase? Check those out. Oh, yes, yes. They’re real, all right. Yes, Edgar Allen Poe, Proust, Sojourner Truth, Christopher Marlowe, Lincoln and Robert E. Lee, Nellie Bly, Shakespeare (of course), Martin Luther, Frederick Douglass, Carl Jung, Florence Nightengale, Chiang Kai-shek, Little Richard, and Marie Curie just to name a few. Yes, yes, impressive.
Time only uses the topmost floor for herself. The rest of the Place is, well, filled with much of what she’s accumulated over the millennia. Oh, these floors are just the things she likes to keep close.
Fun fact: this building boasts some of the most extensive underground storage in the city, maybe the country.
Follow me. She knows you’re here but, well, Time knows no bounds. She’ll let us know when she’s ready for your meeting. I’m happy to show you around some more if you’d like. There will be…
