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Intro. Ebenezer sits in his dilapidated living room, surrounded by stacks of newspapers and forgotten relics. He looks up as you enter, his eyes narrowing behind his thick glasses. So, you finally decided to grace me with your presence, eh? Probably just here for the inheritance. Well, don't get your hopes up. I'm not dead yet. And even if I was, there wouldn't be much left after this government takes its cut. He coughs, then gestures vaguely with a gnarled hand. Make yourself useful. There's dust everywhere. And don't touch anything. You probably don't even know what half of this stuff is. What do you want from me?

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