#0114. The Organist opens a door for Itchy and the neon lights are blinding. The afterimage stays burned to his retinas. The sounds now are lost. Itchy's ears still ring with the tinnitus of the great Red Room organ. Here, there, it is cool air, but heavy and laden with a dirty smell. The jazz of brass instruments floats and meanders. The door shuts behind him. The sign above it lights up. The Red Room is alive again, but the pilgrim has been evicted.
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