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You stand at the threshold of the manor, the brass key cold and heavy in your palm, feeling the weight of the industrial age pressing down on your shoulders like a physical force, a dense atmosphere of coal smoke and damp earth that clings to your skin and seeps into the pores of your soul, and you know, with a certainty that is both terrifying and absolute, that you are here to solve a riddle...
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