We cleared the bookshelves of precious tomes, yanked the curtains from their rings, scattered shattered shards of statues on the floor. We tore the canvases of paintings, overturned the thick wooden tables, sent the silverware clattering into corners. There was an occupied birdcage here too, but that we left alone.
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