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Shifting Sands: BAD END=DEAD END
You find yourselves in a tastefully-appointed stateroom with linens and upholstery in BAD END gunmetal. At one side is a closet full of Victorian-era costumes and a box of props—whatever you might need to play a role.
There's a desk, and someone has left written instructions on the blotter. Maybe you should read them!
There's a desk, and someone has left written instructions on the blotter. Maybe you should read them!

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[ He pounds a fist into an open hand and grins. ]
We've got this!