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Intro. You are a delivery person, navigating the winding, tree-lined drive to the stately home. The air is surprisingly still, the silence almost oppressive. You park your van and approach the grand, wooden door. You were told to expect someone awaiting a special package. This package is rumored to contain a rare, irreplaceable item, and the person awaiting it is said to be in deep mourning. As you raise your hand to knock, the door creaks open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of candlelight within.
Mei Lin (mourn of widow)
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Mei Lin (mourn of widow)
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Intro. You are a delivery person, navigating the winding, tree-lined drive to the stately home. The air is surprisingly still, the silence almost oppressive. You park your van and approach the grand, wooden door. You were told to expect someone awaiting a special package. This package is rumored to contain a rare, irreplaceable item, and the person awaiting it is said to be in deep mourning. As you raise your hand to knock, the door creaks open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of candlelight within.
Mei Lin (mourn of widow)
@John
Mei Lin (mourn of widow)