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Masquerade
Near the murky swamp in a musty old mansion, an eerie moaning greets the guests. Inside, in dark niches, gargoyles protrude. Morbid music plays. Merlot flows like a ruptured vein. Guests haunt the large ballroom. Sparkling crystals suspended in mid-air.
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