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His twisted mind hides a secret. I smell the scent of decay inside the manor. The walls. The body. Rot and ruin, a festering circle — somewhere. I feel it. His bones. It's in his bones. Inside the walls — a riddle, a maze — locked behind his tired eyes. I will dig tirelessly. I know it's in there, somewhere...
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