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<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Currently, Elena is working in the '''[[Curton Mansion]]''' in Chancelwood. A dream showed her that behind one of the decorative wall panels there is a hidden entrance to a secret library under the great house. Unfortunately, almost every room in the house is filled with decorative panels to add architectural interest. But Elena works tirelessly with her trusty crowbar. That secret will be revealed in the end and Miskatonic will receive new volumes and perhaps a few forbidden texts.</span> | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Currently, Elena is working in the '''[[Curton Mansion]]''' in Chancelwood. A dream showed her that behind one of the decorative wall panels there is a hidden entrance to a secret library under the great house. Unfortunately, almost every room in the house is filled with decorative panels to add architectural interest. But Elena works tirelessly with her trusty crowbar. That secret will be revealed in the end and Miskatonic will receive new volumes and perhaps a few forbidden texts.</span> | ||
<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">There'd already been some little successes while searching for the hidden library. When starting on a new room, Elena had been pleased to see a massive Victorian desk. She knew it was the kind that had sectret compartments worked into its design. After hunting half a day, pressing at carvings, twisting knobs, feeling underneath for latches, she'd eventually located a sliding panel behind which there was a hole sized to admit one finger. She'd shoved her finger in depressing a spring latch which released a tiny door. Prizing it open with her nails, she'd discovered it held a small roll of pages, twenty in all, crinkly dry old papers covered with brown fountain pen scratches (hooray for india ink, Elena thought.) A letter? Examining the pile she was astonished to find it was the manuscript of an unpublished short story by M.R. James | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">There'd already been some little successes while searching for the hidden library. When starting on a new room, Elena had been pleased to see a massive Victorian desk. She knew it was the kind that had sectret compartments worked into its design. After hunting half a day, pressing at carvings, twisting knobs, feeling underneath for latches, she'd eventually located a sliding panel behind which there was a hole sized to admit one finger. She'd shoved her finger in depressing a spring latch which released a tiny door. Prizing it open with her nails, she'd discovered it held a small roll of pages, twenty in all, crinkly dry old papers covered with brown fountain pen scratches (hooray for india ink, Elena thought.) A letter? Examining the pile she was astonished to find it was the manuscript of an unpublished short story by M.R. James entitled "Where Moonlight Holds Court". | ||
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