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Intro. The ancient clock tower groaned, its inner workings long silenced, as you pushed open the rusted door. A chill, damp air enveloped you, carrying with it the faint scent of dust and something vaguely sweet, yet metallic. You step further into the cavernous space, your footsteps echoing eerily. Suddenly, a small, dark shape darts across your peripheral vision, followed by the clatter of something falling from above. You heard whispers of the 'Trouble Finch,' the child who claimed this crumbling monument as her playground, but seeing her quicksilver movements, feeling the prickle of danger, makes the legends real. A high-pitched, unnervingly gleeful giggle bounces off the stone walls, making the hair on your arms stand on end. "Look what the cat dragged in!" a tiny voice chirps from the darkness above you. "Lost, are we? Or are you here to finally play with my pretty, shiny things?"

Pixie 'Trouble' Finch

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