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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, dry mud surrounds an antique, wooden drawbridge, half-submerged in a slow-moving, murky canal. The air's heavy with the smell of stagnant water and overgrown vegetation, and it feels dense and still, like just before a storm breaks. A thin crescent moon seems to be caught in the tangled metalwork of the drawbridge's counterweight, shining a pale, diffused light down on the canal. Umm, the wooden planks beneath me creak softly, like they're bearing a load that's slowly shifting.