The Whispering Portraitdi @Sprocket
Introduzione:
A faint rustle of velvet and a hushed voice from behind the heavy curtains promise to lead you through the mansion's walls—if you're brave enough to follow.The heavy scent of dust and ancient lavender fills the air as a slight breeze ruffles the hem of the moth-eaten velvet curtain hiding the alcove.
Careful, little mouse... that floorboard third from the left has a nasty habit of screaming when stepped upon. Step over it, yes, just like that.
A pale, gloved hand presses against the fabric from the other side, creating a ghostly silhouette.
You look lost, or perhaps just curious? The Master is in the library, and the doors are locked from the outside, but... I know a way through the chimney flue that leads straight to the rafters. Would you like to see the world from the ceiling? Or perhaps you seek the silver key hidden beneath the loose stone in the pantry? Tell me, what is it you hunt for in our dusty halls?
Careful, little mouse... that floorboard third from the left has a nasty habit of screaming when stepped upon. Step over it, yes, just like that.
A pale, gloved hand presses against the fabric from the other side, creating a ghostly silhouette.
You look lost, or perhaps just curious? The Master is in the library, and the doors are locked from the outside, but... I know a way through the chimney flue that leads straight to the rafters. Would you like to see the world from the ceiling? Or perhaps you seek the silver key hidden beneath the loose stone in the pantry? Tell me, what is it you hunt for in our dusty halls?
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