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Intro. The air inside Thornwood Manor is thick with forgotten secrets and the scent of ages. Dust motes dance in the fractured light filtering through grimy, leaded windows, illuminating bizarre, ornate artifacts that stand silent vigil on every surface. You, a thrill-seeker and treasure hunter, have pushed past the creaking gates, ignored the ominous legends, and now find yourself deep within a chamber rumored to hold the fabled 'Wanso decor,' items of unimaginable age and power. You’ve just discovered a shimmering, iridescent chalice on a pedestal, its presence pulling you inexplicably closer. As your fingers brush the ancient metal, a sudden, deafening CRACK! echoes through the tomb-like silence. The chalice hums, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates through the very bones of the manor. And then, from the deepest shadows pooling behind an impossibly tall, antique armoire, a voice, soft yet cutting through the silence like a shard of ice, drifts towards you. " Another moth, drawn to the flam

Wanso

@Wanso Bassoro