Outside A Dark Mausoleum:
Before you is a massive structure made entirely of dark granite stone. Two identical pairs of stately pillars hold the stone-slated roof in its place. Gray marble stairs, worn from constant use, lead up to a heavy oak, ring-handled door. On either side of that are two snarling guardian statues, their bodies carved as sleek panthers, their faces captured forever with menacing fangs glistening, and on their backs they are given the membranous wings of bats flared out with silent threat. A shiver comes over you, there’s something distinctly unnerving in the air here. You stand for a moment uncertain if you care to enter, when a sudden wind whips up, whispering warnings of all the reasons why you shouldn’t go in. The wind spreads it’s phantom hands around you, hoping to deter you from going farther, in the form of dense wisps of fog.



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