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I was here for the Karup PC.

Footsteps. Wet. Slow. Coming up the stairs. karupspc

The front door swung open at a touch. Inside, the air tasted of mildew and forgotten time. Sheet-draped furniture stood like mourners in a parlor. I found the study on the second floor, at the end of a hallway where the wallpaper peeled away in long, anxious strips. I was here for the Karup PC