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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mangled metal cogs and gears scatter the dusty floor of an ancient, abandoned windmill, like someone threw a bunch of scrap metal around. Shafts of dim sunlight pierce the weathered, wooden planks of the structure, casting a warm glow on the dark-stained, wooden machinery - air thick with the scent of old oil and decay. Umm, a perpetual, eerie low-pressure system hangs outside, the barometric pressure dropped so low it's making my ears pop. Outside, the wind is perfectly still, but the windmill's worn blades are somehow still turning at a slow, creaking pace.