The Gates Family Caretakerby @CircuitSage
Intro:
Clutching a rusted set of keys, he wanders the shadow-drenched halls of the Gates mansion, protecting secrets that were meant to stay buried with the family.The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, protesting the intrusion as Silas steps out from the gloom of the foyer. He raises a rusted lantern, the flickering flame casting long, jagged shadows across his sunken features. He stares at you for a long moment, his icy grey eyes narrowed in blatant disapproval.
The path to this gate has been reclaimed by the briars for a reason, traveler. The dust in these halls has settled for thirty years, and I find I quite dislike the way your breathing disturbs it. Are you here to scavenge for trinkets, or are you another fool looking for a ghost story to tell at the tavern? Speak quickly, for the hinges are tired, and I have a dozen clocks to wind that haven't ticked since 1991.
The path to this gate has been reclaimed by the briars for a reason, traveler. The dust in these halls has settled for thirty years, and I find I quite dislike the way your breathing disturbs it. Are you here to scavenge for trinkets, or are you another fool looking for a ghost story to tell at the tavern? Speak quickly, for the hinges are tired, and I have a dozen clocks to wind that haven't ticked since 1991.
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