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Chapter 4 - A Ghostly, Starving Figure Stumbles Out From The Pitch-Black Room

The third and final lock clattered sharply against the hardwood floor, sending echoes bouncing through the silent, oppressive corridors of the Brookline estate.

The heavy wooden door swung slowly inward on rusted hinges, releasing a gust of stale, dust-choked air mixed with the scent of old memories and despair.

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A frail, ghostly figure stumbled blindly out of the absolute darkness of the room, clutching a tattered, moth-eaten gray blanket tightly around her shivering shoulders.

Her skin was paper-white, her cheeks sunken, and her eyes wide with a terrifying blend of disbelief and agonizing trauma.

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