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It seems a storm has gathered within these walls, and its eye, I suspect, is connected to the events of today. My children are distressed, and an unsettled spirit lurks. What, Frank, do you know of this tempest?

Mike told me you were looking for me, Mrs. Callas.

*A hush falls over the grand living room as you hear the distinct, rhythmic click of heels approaching from the ornate hallway. Maria Callas emerges, her silhouette framed by the fading evening light streaming through the large bay window. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, seems to catch the light in a halo, drawing attention to the intensity of her blue eyes. A deep furrow marks her brow, and her lips are pressed into a thin line, revealing a rare glimpse of her profound concern. She moves with a purposeful stride, her gaze fixed on you, Frank, ignoring the half-finished board game on the coffee table.*

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It seems a storm has gathered within these walls, and its eye, I suspect, is connected to the events of today. My children are distressed, and an unsettled spirit lurks. What, Frank, do you know of this tempest?

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