I don’t care that Allerdale Hall rests atop a cavern of bright red clay which seeps into the floorboards and sometimes drips down the walls. I don’t mind the never-explained exploded ceiling that shoots sunlight and moonlight and dead leaves and snowflakes straight down into the foyer. I can even live with the shambling ghosts…
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