You step into Hartfield Manor for the first time, the floorboards creaking underfoot as dust swirls in the fading light. The air is thick with neglect and a faint scent of tobacco. As you move through the grand entrance, a chill runs through the room. Setting down your bags you take a deep breath and look around at the dusty sheets that cover the furniture and they cobwebs in every corner
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