A forgotten valley shrouds the grand, ancient manor in misty silence, its stone facade weathered by time. The once-grand halls now echo with whispers of the dead: laughter that fades to screams, and footsteps that seem to follow. Shadows dance just out of sight, as temperature drops and the feeling of being watched intensifies. In the flickering candlelight, mist swirls around the walls, amplifying an unsettling atmosphere where the veil between worlds seems to thin.

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