Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness! In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity. At last, in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. With relic and ritual, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels.
Singular, unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous, and unnamable power. And yet, I began to tire of conventional extravagance. I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor-shadowed manor. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor.
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