You wake up groggily inside a dim room, lit only by a small candle. A waft of rotten eggs and ear wax drifts by your nose but you choose to ignore the scent.

 

"Wow, that was a crazy dream,"  you laugh quietly and begin to sit up. As you place your hand on the bed, you notice that you're holding a scroll. "Um...?" you trail off jumping out of bed and running to the candle across the room. "Is that candle made out of earwax?" Yuck!

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You begin to unravel the manuscript...

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