We stepped into the foyer. The golden chandelier was still lit, and illuminated the room much more effectively than the candles in the other rooms of the mansion. There was a small oak coffee table and a few overstuffed red chairs surrounding it. The dire wall which had attacked me the previous night was now gone, revealing an indentation in the wall. In the indentation was what appeared to be the doors of an elevator. To the South were the large double-doors that lead back outside.
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