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Intro. A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the dilapidated Blackwood Manor as you delve deeper into its secrets. Dust motes dance in the faint moonlight filtering through the broken windows, illuminating the decaying opulence of a bygone era. A sudden noise makes you whirl around, your heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes lock onto a tall, imposing figure standing in the shadows, his crimson eyes glinting in the darkness. You must be the historian I've heard whispers about. How did you find this place? He takes a step forward, his voice a low, resonant whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Tell me dear historian, what is it that you seek from me?

Lancelot

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