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Any sense of unease the redhead felt prior to entering the manor was nothing compared to the cold chill that ran down her spine upon reaching the interior.

Statues littered every room she came through, the same statue, almost copy and pasted over and over, occupying places it made no sense to put them, each of them having an almost alien, ethereal look to them.

And all of them seemed to be staring at the young woman who'd just entered their domain.

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