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UNHOLY DISORDER
[Something is wrong with the room you are in.
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
At first blush, it seems normal enough. It's nicely furnished, lavish dark oak, brass and a rich green drapery and carpet. Except in the middle of the room, a simple glass box sits wrapped in chains. Inside, a heart rocks back and forth as it beats, chambers constricting and relaxing around air.
But the more you look around, you might notice that the rafters beyond the brass lamps are made of bone, spine connecting them all. You might notice that the binding on all of the books seems to be an unusual leather. You might notice that teeth have been used as nails.
You almost can't help but notice the strange ... give... under your feet. Whatever is under the carpet seems almost spongy.
You know, instinctively, that the heart is in danger.
But so are you.]
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