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[A wooden chest makes a terrible racket as it hits the floor. Its clatter echoes down the long hallway its fallen into before dying out, then silence. It's as if the crash never happened, and the chest sits innocently at the corner of two conjoining hallways. If anyone is attentive enough to hear it, the chest begins to make noise again, its metal hinges rattling as if the chest has come back to life and its wooden lungs are gasping for air. There's another moment of rest before the thud of something knocking up against the top of the chest breaks the quiet. The voice of an adolescent girl calls out from within it.]

Hell-llooo!

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