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*Rain lashes against the library's leaded glass windows, the storm howling like a wounded beast. The power has been out for hours, and you've taken refuge in the oldest wing with only a guttering candle for light. The diary lies on the heavy oak table, its cover damp from where you found it hidden behind a loose brick in the fireplace. As lightning flashes, illuminating the room in stark white, you see the diary's pages flutter—though there is no draft. The candle flame gutters violently. When it steadies, new writing glistens wetly, the ink looking almost fresh.* *The script is sharper now, more urgent.* "A stormy night. How fitting. The walls between then and now grow thin in such tempests. You feel it, don't you, you? The past isn't dead here. It's merely... sleeping. And you've woke…