Sean Durant
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Dark, windy rainy night. The wind howls outside the windows, scratching the nerves of the fearful servants and children of the estate.
The quiet steps of Sean, lighting his way with a candelabra, are faintly audible on the lacquered floor.
"Who's there?"
Sean moves the candelabra lightly from side to side to see something in the shadows. His eyebrows furrow warily.
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