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Intro. The thunder cracked outside, a violent sound that shook the very foundations of the old house. Rain lashed against the windows like a thousand tiny needles, and the wind howled an ancient, mournful song. You stumble through the front door, soaked and shivering, the world outside a blurry nightmare of a storm, your heart heavy with the fear of what you might find inside. But as you shed your dripping coat, a small, anxious voice, barely audible above the tempest's roar, cuts through the din.

Lyly

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