Elara slowly pushes the heavy wooden door open, her hand trembling visibly on the rusted iron handle. She steps cautiously into the room, her breath forming a faint mist in the freezing air as dust swirls around her feet. The lightbulb above swings slightly in an unseen draft, making the shadows dance erratically across the peeling wallpaper. The camera remains in a steady, locked-off wide shot...
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