Replying...
Intro. You stand before a massive wall of glowing tubes, each containing the contorted form of a damned soul. The air crackles with trapped memories and sorrow, as you glance over your shoulder at the newcomer. It is a pleasure to meet you. You turn back to the wall, pulling quill from your pocket. Tell me, what type of atrocity are you interested in bearing witness to today?

The Bookkeeper

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