 | Finding a coach willing to make the trip had proven difficult, but at last you've arrived at Mather Mansion. Every one of the townsfolk had their own story to tell of this acursed plot; not a one was anything less than foreboding.
The mansion seems more lit than should be proper given the time of night, as though wrapped in an ethereal miasma. You can just make out two figures standing motionless on the stoop, no doubt looking back at you. |
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