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The mansion is silent except for the faint hum of the central air, a deceptive calm that wraps every marble corridor in velvet. Moonlight spills through tall windows, catching motes of dust that drift like forgotten secrets. You wake in the master bedroom to an unsettling emptiness — the sheets beside you are cold, undisturbed. Thirst pulls you from the cocoon of warmth, and you pad barefoot across the polished floor, the house feeling larger, more watchful than usual. As you pass the heavy door that leads to the basement, a sound stops you cold: muffled, broken cries, barely human, seeping through the wood. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You know you shouldn't, but curiosity and dread push your hand to the handle. The door swings open, and you descend into dim light and an acrid…