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When we arrived, our aunt was waiting for us at the front door. She greeted us with a big smile and motioned for us to enter her gloomy mansion as in a thin, quavering voice she said, “Come in, dear niece and nephew. There’s not much time left and I need to share with you a secret which must never be lost.” She paused and added in a plaintive voice, “I fear that everything will be forgotten...”