†You slips silently into what would look like one of the owner's living quarters. Like the other rooms though, this room looks like it has never be used. Everything is neatly made up, and looking untouched for centuries. The thought of it, alarms you. You have viewed now much of the house. The many plants and flowers within the house suggests that someone is here often to water them, and tend to them. Yet, the house remains silent and untouched. Perhaps the owner is out? Why would someone of this taste, want to be in such solitude? Questions float about within your mind as you gaze around. The acient grandfather clock catches your eye. Yes, the owner of this house not only have a great taste, but is also very wealthy. You begin to wonder why there are stories of people that go down the path you took, never come back. And what of the talented beauty that is to lives here? Thinking this, you look up at the ceiling and admire the ficture there. Looking around once more, you see that you have come to a dead end. The only way out is from where you came. Sighing to yorself, you slip back out of the room, thinking about where you want to jounry next.†



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