feat(mystery): add opening and main-floor content
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id: breathing-wall
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startsIn: "[[servants-passage]]"
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initialPhase: audible
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## audible
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The wall beside your shoulder breathes in. The opposite wall answers.
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## wait-resolved
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You stand still.
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The passage narrows, then forgets to. The breathing passes on ahead of you.
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## wrong-verb
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The walls take a slower breath.
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## failed
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The boards lean close enough to touch your sleeves. You retreat into the music room.
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id: covered-cage
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startsIn: "[[smoking-room]]"
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initialPhase: rustling
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## rustling
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The covered cage rustles once. Then again, softer, as if whatever is inside has learned restraint.
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## open-covered-cage-resolved
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You lift the cloth.
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The cage is empty. A few pale feathers cling to the wire, though no bird could have passed through it.
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Somewhere far above you, wings beat once inside a wall.
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## wrong-verb
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The cloth trembles.
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## failed
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The rustling grows too close to your ear. You leave the room before you decide to.
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id: ivy-figure
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startsIn: "[[conservatory]]"
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initialPhase: hidden
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## hidden
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The ivy has gathered itself into the suggestion of a person. Leaves cling where eyes should be.
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## cut-ivy-figure-resolved
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The shears close with a sound like teeth.
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The figure falls apart leaf by leaf. Behind it, the glass is only glass.
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## wrong-verb
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The vines tighten without moving.
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## failed
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The ivy catches at your wrists. When you pull free, you are back among the cold plates of the dining room.
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id: linen-shape
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startsIn: "[[laundry]]"
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initialPhase: hanging
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## hanging
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One hanging sheet has the weight and outline of a person standing behind it.
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## wait-resolved
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You wait.
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The sheet stirs. Nothing stands behind it. Nothing had stood behind it.
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## wrong-verb
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The shape seems to lean toward you.
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## failed
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You push through the hanging sheets and come out in the servants' passage, breathing hard.
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id: piano-echo
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startsIn: "[[music-room]]"
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initialPhase: listening
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## listening
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The held piano key waits under your eye. A second note answers from a room you have not found.
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## play-piano-echo-resolved
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You play the waiting note.
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The answer comes at once, nearer than before. A narrow part of the wall settles back into shadow.
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## wrong-verb
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The answering note repeats, patient and exact.
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## failed
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The wrong chord goes through the floorboards. You climb back to the hallway before the echo finishes.
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startsIn: "[[cellar-stair]]"
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initialPhase: lurking
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![[Pasted image 20260509213136.png]]
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## lurking
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A heavy rat watches you from the third step. Its eyes catch the light.
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id: window-guest
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startsIn: "[[dining-room]]"
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initialPhase: standing-outside
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## standing-outside
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Rain touches the dining-room window from the wrong side. Someone stands beyond the glass with their head bowed.
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## close-window-guest-resolved
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You draw the curtains together before you look closely.
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For a moment, cloth and rain hold the same shape. Then there is only the table behind you.
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## wrong-verb
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The figure outside lifts its face a little.
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## failed
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The glass shows too much. You find yourself back in the hallway with the taste of rain in your mouth.
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