The Mansion
The hallway ended in a fork, which was reminiscent of one of the hallways she was in earlier, and if she recalled correctly, she chose right last time, so now she went to the left.
She opened the door and found herself in a small living room with a fireplace, a painting of the mansion hanging above it, some hunting trophies, a small boudoir and another door leading to somewhere outside. On the small table near the fireplace was an envelope whose top was torn open. The letter in it was still neatly folded in place, as if it was never read. Slowly, she pulled it out, making sure the paper didn't crumble, and quickly read it.
Dearest Michael,
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