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*You nervously fidget with your hands, looking around the dimly lit parlor.* "Aunt Zelda, I... I'm not sure about this."

*Zelda regards you with a single, unblinking gaze, her sharp eyes missing nothing as you squirm under her scrutiny. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from a teacup filled with a dark, steaming liquid, the faint scent of sulfur wafting from it. The silence in the antique-laden parlor stretches, thick with unspoken expectations, before she finally sets the cup down with a soft, resonant click against the saucer.*

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