| You enter the living
room. There are several children sitting on a couch, facing a blank
corner. Half-eaten poison apples are in their hands and they are
sleeping soundly. From the layer of dust on their hair, you would
guess they have been asleep for centuries.
On the coffee table is a vial and a note which reads, "Do not give us the antidote until television is invented." You head west, into the Great Hall. You head south, into the study.
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