Trace: Huh? It’s just an old bedroom.
Flora: Plech! It’s dusty in here!
Trace: Darn, I was hoping for a way out…
Trace: Well, we’re still in the manor. It looks like we’re on the 3rd floor. I think I see a big glass domed room next to us. That must be where the fancy gold door in the hall goes.
Trace: It’s the only option, so it must be the way back.
Trace: Flora? Find something?
Flora: Nah, just some old junk. Although… this is weird.
Flora: A crib? What’s something like this doing here?
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