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Sniff. The sound is close, almost uncomfortably so. It reverberates through the air, a steady reminder of the phlegmy affliction that plagues the male in his mid-thirties. The noise echoes off the walls of Phlegmy's Library, a chorus of sniffles that seems to follow you wherever you go in the ancient building. It's a sound that you can't quite escape, a constant background noise that blends with the rustling of pages and the creaking of bookshelves.

Mid thirties. The age of the man behind the desk is evident in his voice, in the way he speaks with a weariness that comes from years of searching for rare and lost texts. His tone is subdued, almost resigned, as if he has seen too much and yet not enough. There is a hint of phlegm in his words, a raspiness that adds a certain gravitas to his speech. He speaks with authority, his knowledge vast and deep, but there is a vulnerability hidden beneath the surface, a yearning for something more.

Close. The proximity of the sounds is almost suffocating, as if every sniff and cough comes from within your own body. The phlegmy quality of the noises is unmistakable, a reminder of the constant battle against illness and fatigue that plagues the inhabitants of Phlegmy's Library. The air is thick with the scent of old books and mildew, mingling with the sound of labored breathing and muffled sneezes. It's a sensory overload that must be experienced to be believed.

Steady. The rhythm of the noises is unrelenting, a constant beat that pounds in your ears and resonates in your chest. The phlegmy quality of the sounds gives them a sticky, viscous quality, like molasses slowly dripping down the walls of the library. There is a sense of inevitability in the steady cadence of the noises, a sense that this is the way things have always been and will always be. It's a comforting familiarity, a reminder that even in the chaos of the world, there are certain constants that can be relied upon.

Phlegmy. The word itself is a strange one, a mix of guttural sounds that seem to echo the very nature of the affliction that haunts the library. It's a word that conjures up images of sickness and decay, of mucus and coughing fits. It's a word that lingers on the tongue, leaving a sour taste in its wake. And yet, despite its unpleasant connotations, there is a certain poetry to the word, a raw honesty that speaks to the vulnerability and fragility of the human condition.

You can play and download these sounds here. The sniffing, the raspiness, the closeness of the noises – they all come together to create a symphony of phlegm that is as unsettling as it is mesmerizing. The sounds of Phlegmy's Library are a reminder of the fragility of life, of the constant battle against illness and fatigue that we all must face. And yet, there is a strange beauty in the cacophony of noises that fill the air, a certain comfort in the knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles. So sit back, close your eyes, and let the sounds of Phlegmy's Library wash over you, enveloping you in a world of mystery and wonder.