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The clock in the old mansion stopped exactly at midnight, and the silence that followed felt heavier than any night before. Clara stepped into the room cautiously, feeling the cold marble beneath her bare feet. The windows, draped in dusty curtains, swayed slightly, though there was no wind. Every shadow cast by the flickering candles seemed to move of its own will, twisting like grotesque figures in a macabre theater.
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