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The young man tried to run-or rather, he tried to stand up in preparation to run, but it was not to be. That was painfully obvious when he leaned forward too quickly and nausea so powerful as to vacate nations filled his body. He froze, his head bent over his knees, and breathing heavily. He felt something begin to rise from his stomach, and he leaned back again in an effort to let gravity force it back down, not taking his eyes from the man standing before him. Too quickly, once again. Points of light danced crazily before his eyes. Blackness began to creep from the edges of his field of vision, slowly converging on the center, which held t

“Master?” The thin reedy voice echoed through the dark cavernous foyer, only gradually losing strength as it searched through its deserted width and breadth. It reverberated through the bars of the ornate Baroque staircase that thrust up into the upper stories of the mansion like a grotesque tongue, piercing into the balconies frowning over the foyer before painfully splitting into a dusty, gloomy landing. The echoes wafted among the thick curtains drawn across windows in two alcoves that flanked the overwrought, oak-paneled door, which presided over the great hall raised on a small landing which reluctantly sank into the floor wit