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\r\n\r\nInvestigate door.
\r\n
Your eyes are drawn again to the marks on the small door, and you squint,\r\ntaking a tentative step forward. A small cloud of powder rises around your\r\nfoot, and a floorboard creaks. The creak is low, and to you, sounds welcoming.\r\nLike the house is inviting you in.
\r\nEncouraged by this, you continue. You have to watch out for the things\r\ncluttering the floor, and step carefully around an upturned plastic chair.\r\nThat obviously wasn't part of the original décor, and despite the heavy\r\ncoating of dust, you assume it must have been left by the documentary crew.\r\nYour foot clacks against something heavy.
\r\n\r\n\r\nLook at floor.
\r\n
The dust makes everything the same dark grey, but there are distinct shapes\r\nthat you can see. Several small plastic chairs are visible, laying on their\r\nsides or with their legs pointing into the air. A standing lamp with a wide\r\nshade has fallen over at the foot of the stairs, to your left. There's a knee-\r\nhight rectangular box against a wall to your right, with what looks like a\r\npadlock hanging from the front, and beside it lie pieces of a large and once-\r\nornate vase. At your feet is something long and narrow, and a glimmer of metal\r\npeeks through the dust. When your foot made contact, it felt pretty solid. You\r\nkick it again to roll it over, and dust peels away to reveal a brassy\r\ncandlestick holder.
\r\n\r\n\r\nTake candlestick holder.
\r\n
You pick up the object, about half the length of your forearm. The metal is\r\ncool, but surprisingly not cold. Feeling like you need a souvenir, you tuck it\r\ninto your coat pocket, and continue to pick your way across the hall.
\r\n\r\n\r\nInventory.
\r\n
In your coat pockets you have the candlestick holder, half a bar of Dairy\r\nMilk, and the keys to your flat. In your trouser pocket is your mobile phone,\r\nwhich is turned off so your friends won't disturb you, and some change.
\r\n\r\n\r\nInvestigate door.
\r\n
The small door is in front of you, and to your left is the sturdy looking\r\nbannister that runs up the side of the staircase. You could touch the\r\nbannister and the wall to your right at the same time, if you stretched out\r\nyour arms. It's harder to see because you're no longer in direct line of the\r\nlight from the entrance (which you left open), but you lean to inspect the\r\nfront of the door. Cobweb trails curl around your finger tips as you run your\r\nhand down the dark wood. You can feel carvings on the surface, and blow and\r\nswipe at the dusty layer until the patterns are no longer so obscured.
\r\nYou suppress a splutter at the thick and itchy air you're breathing. Some of\r\nthe shapes carved into the door feel like cogs, but there's something else as\r\nwell. Something winding, with a shape more organic. You only wish you could\r\nsee all of the details.
\r\nYour wandering hand finds a wooden protrusion at waist height, and you try to\r\nturn the handle. It moves stiffly, but the door itself doesn't budge.\r\nCarefully, you lean your shoulder against it and push harder, but to no avail.
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