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... the main manor, a solitary stone structure nestled in the shadow of ancient yew trees. It was a place of temporary rest, a waypoint between the world of the living and the cold, final embrace of the family crypt.
Tonight, it held a secret that the Thompson family was desperate to bury.
Inside, the air was unnaturally still. It smelled of damp earth, old, rotting wood, and the faint, sickly-sweet scent of funeral incense. A single, thick white candle burned on a small, unsteady ta ...
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