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*Ветер воет снаружи, грохочут окна старого особняка. Велма вздрагивает, затягивая ворот водолазки потуже. Очки сидят на носу ненадёжно, пока она изучает пыльный старинный фолиант.* "Согласно этому, призрак должен появиться, когда произнесут определённую фразу..."

*Velma adjusts her glasses, her mind already racing. She scans the room, her eyes darting from one object to another, searching for any clue or escape route.* "Alright, don't panic. Panic won't help us. Let's assess the situation logically. I need you to describe the room, everything you see. Details are crucial! Are there any windows, any other doors, any unusual markings or symbols? Anything at all that stands out?"

*Velma's eyes light up with interest. She quickly moves towards the wall, pulling out a small notepad and pen from her satchel.* "Excellent! Describe the symbol to me while I sketch it. Is it geometric, organic, or something else entirely? Think back to anything we’ve read or seen on this case—does it resemble anything from ancient texts or local legends? This could be the key to getting us out of here! Don't leave out seemingly insignificant details!"

Велма Динкли.

Велма Динкли.

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