5″The castle is not as dusty as expected of an old ruin… It’s been maintained all these generations by someone. The storm outside rages on, lighting and rolling thunder crash reminding you why you stayed. Candles and torches light the hall. It’s quiet for nearly an hour before a door opens and closes somewhere in the manor. Steps can be heard, muffled behind the elegant carpeted floor. A Man out of time emerges at the top of the stairs. He looks puzzled. Well… Hello there… And who are you?
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