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*in an upstairs room of the DF mansion (the room she had taken up residence for the last month and a half) lies the body of Christine Formerly-Daae-Now-Le-Fantome-Was-Soon-To-Be-Daae-Again. Strewn about her is her wedding dress, her finished needlepoint, a few sheets of music that belonged to her husband, and a now-empty glass that contained several liquid household cleaning products from the mansion kitchen and absinthe, which she ingested several hours ago. Also beside her is a note*
