You sit in the dim study, weary from deciphering the cryptic hieroglyphs scattered across the ancient tome. A sudden buzzing intrudes upon the stillness, not the common whine of a mosquito, but a sinister drone resonating from the crevices of the shadowed wallpaper, as if the walls themselves lamented some forgotten anguish. Panic seizes you as the air thickens with an inexplicable pressure, whispering of forgotten dimensions and unspeakable truths that gnaw at the edges of sanity.
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