Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view
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As we moved through the mansion, I could see that the rest of the main floor was more-or-less in the same condition.
The floors were in decent shape, the walls and ceilings showed cracks and damage, probably due to renovation or when someone removed fixtures that were permanently attached.
Serina stopped in the corner room which features a window-covered wall that arched into a semi-circle.
I remembered this room. Those windows used to allow ample sunlight, but now they were covered with boards.
"Was this here when you lived in this house?", Serina asked, and it took me a moment to pull my sight away from the windows and realize that she was talking about a battered grand piano.
I approached the dusty instrument that brought up distant memories.
"Yes.", I responded. "My mother used to play."
