Midnight.
Parlour, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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It was night and the mansion, which was a grand and imposing structure with its intricate carvings and sprawling gardens, had an air of uneasy quiet. The recent renovations, including the installation of floor-to-ceiling glass windows by the skilled glassman, had added a modern elegance to the ancient halls. Yet, unbeknownst to the inhabitants, those very windows were now portals for their enemies.
The evening light filtered through the expansive glass panes, casting shimmering reflections on the polished marble floors. The mansion's elegance was on full display, with its richly adorned walls and priceless artifacts. Lydia had taken solace in these improvements, hoping they would bring a sense of renewal after the recent tragedies. But the beauty of the glass concealed a dark secret, one that was about to reveal itself in a most sinister way.