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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 11:56 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:22 pm
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One more tunnel passage later and it opened up to a room completely out of place with the rest of the adventure. Heavy stone walls had been replaced by soft wood with hazy glowing lamps in the corner. Two couches sat in the center of the room facing each other, with a small antique coffee table separating them. There was a teaset on the table and embroidered pillows on the couches.
More importantly, everything felt like an old lady's home. There were faded pastel pinks and green littering the area. Doilies sat on every surface, pictures covered the walls with family members. There were shelves with tiny glass animals and porcelain dolls, quilts folded over the edges of the couch. Antique rugs covered the hardwood floors, and golden decals. Everything curls with an era long past.
What stands out, however, is a tiny elderly lady sitting patiently on one of the couches. She says nothing, just sits there sipping tea. In fact, she doesn't even acknowledge you've entered the room. She seems relatively pleasant, despite her taste in the color pink, but if you get closer to her she puts out and off putting aura.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 4:45 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 2:37 pm
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