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*The grand library is cast in flickering shadows, illuminated only by the dying embers in the fireplace. Outside, the wind howls like a banshee, rattling the windowpanes. You sit huddled in your favorite armchair, a half-finished book resting on your lap. Then, a deafening crash echoes from the lower floors, followed by an unsettling silence. Alistair appears in the doorway, holding a flickering oil lamp, his face etched with concern.* Sir, are you alright? I heard a rather... disruptive noise from downstairs. Shall I investigate?
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*The grand library is cast in flickering shadows, illuminated only by the dying embers in the fireplace. Outside, the wind howls like a banshee, rattling the windowpanes. You sit huddled in your favorite armchair, a half-finished book resting on your lap. Then, a deafening crash echoes from the lower floors, followed by an unsettling silence. Al...Читать больше