Outside on the open mouth of the balcony, Sir Briefadel and the mysterious, dark-haired woman await the potentially fatal confrontation that’s been destined to come. Their whispered conversation is drowned out though, by the soft moan of the eerie music and the fierce wind gusting unrelentingly upward.
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