The interior was a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and silent whispers. Each step he took seemed to resound in the eerie stillness, and the creaking of the mansion's doors as they opened added to the unsettling atmosphere. Hyphen's senses were on high alert, his heightened intuition guiding him through the dark. He moved with the careful grace of a prowling predator, every sense attuned to the enigmatic surroundings.
As he ventured deeper into the mansion's heart, an unusual sound accompanied him – a soft quacking.
He was already doubting his sanity for other reasons, and he would again here, if it weren't for the fact that he had read the job description of this quest. Meeting a duck was expected, it was why he was here at all in the first place. But it was still terrifyingly amusing to run into the situation. And befuddling.
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