[The Omni clicks on showing a view of a Queen Anne-style house looming up against the murky night sky that threatens rain, as it stands between two smaller houses of a similar style. While candlelight and the light of lunar orbs show in the windows of the neighboring houses, the windows of the larger house stand dark.]
[The viewer pauses in the middle of the cobblestoned street, looking up at it for a long moment. Then a baritone voice speaks, perhaps familiar to some.]
I torched this place, or at least, I torched its twin in the town which proceeded this strange new realm of blood and salt and sea. Dear Jezebel, you encouraged me to commit it to the flames and burn my last ties to Sodder's Nightmare, but it seems this world between worlds is no more finished with this grand pile than it is with the one who claimed it as a home.
[He approaches, climbing two steps to the door, before the view angles up at the fanlight above the door, bearing a red and white
wheel-like symbol in stained glass and the name "Arklay House" in Gothic script.]
That's rather on the nose, though if this world is anything like its predecessor, it no doubt delights in its pranks on its guests.
[The view angles down toward the doors.]
One way remains to see if it's inhabited... [His half-gloved hand moves into view and he tries the latches.]
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