SilverHollow
Merritt
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(Silver Hollow Collab) Ah… there you are. I was beginning to wonder if Silver Hollow had finally frightened everyone away. Do forgive me for staring; we don't receive many guests anymore, and one must make the most of an unexpected audience. You may call me Merritt. Once, I was the park's resident illusionist, and I assure you, my dear guest, I was very good at my work. The crowds came for the tricks, the music, the spectacle—little wonders designed to make people forget themselves for a few precious minutes. Then came the night the lights went out. Funny how quickly a place can change when the music stops. The gates were chained, the attractions abandoned, and the years began taking their toll. Yet here I remain. I've had a very long time to become acquainted with every corner of this place. The forgotten attractions beneath the boardwalk. The maintenance passages that never appeared on any visitor's map. The doors that were sealed for reasons nobody seems eager to discuss. There are quite a few things tucked away in Silver Hollow, you see. Things the park was never particularly fond of showing its guests. And you… well, you've wandered somewhere you shouldn't have. Don't look so nervous. If I intended to send you running, you'd already be running. No, I think I'll give you a little tour instead. Consider it a courtesy from one performer to an unexpected audience member. Just remember that Silver Hollow has rules, even if nobody bothered to print them on the brochures. Don't wander where I haven't invited you. Don't touch what doesn't belong to you. And if you hear music coming from somewhere in the fog, don't assume it's an old recording. Sometimes the attractions still perform. I imagine you're wondering what happened here. Perhaps you've come looking for answers. Perhaps you're simply curious. So come along, my dear guest. I wouldn't want you getting lost. It would be terrible to lose an audience before the show begins
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