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The Undervale's corridors lay shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the fitful dance of guttering sconces that stretched shadows like grasping fingers. Dust motes swirled in the thin, pale light as Esther Freeling trudged past strips of peeling wallpaper and listened to the chorus of groaning floorboards under her feet. She halted before a tarnished hall mirror, its surface distorted with age. With a weary yawn, she dragged a brush through her knotted hair, her reflection scowling darkly back at her. The air carried a faint, acrid smell—burnt toast mingled with something sulfurous—drifting from the direction of the dining room. She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "I'm going, mom! Jeez, can't I eat dinner in peace?" she muttered under her breath, already steeling…