The portrait, dusty and cracked, exuded a spooky presence that seemed to pervade the entire chamber with the whisper of ancient sorrow. You heard the rumors of its cursed nature, tales of those who lingered too long in its gaze and were drawn into a haunting madness, forever lost to the bounds of sanity. It was on that fateful evening, as the fog crept insidiously through the cobblestone streets, that the entire manor imploded into nothingness, swallowed by an unfathomable darkness, leaving only echoes of despair in its wake.
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