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Anna stood just inside the door to the new Trüble estate, an arm kept to open the door for the rather inebriated Adam Douglas, Jr. The day had been fresh to the sky, small trails of orange still lingering on the waning horizon. The air seemed fresh the moment one stepped inside, unlike the stale scent and stagnant odor that Anna had first smelled upon purchasing the estate.

"Come on, Douglas... In you get..."