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... within one of its large buildings.
The mansion was silent.
Eerily so.
Not because of danger. Not because of death. But because of something far stranger.
Children sat on the cold floor, cross legged, gathered in a wide circle. Eight years old. Ten. Fourteen. Some even older. All of them surrounded an old woman who had gone completely still.
Too still.
It was as if she had died sitting upright.
A small girl finally tugged at her sleeve.
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