Untextured Mop Bucket

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In the dimly lit basement of Ravenshire Manor, a mop bucket sits quietly on the floor, its worn wooden handle creaking softly as it leans against the stone wall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls as they dance in the gentle breeze. It's here, amidst this foreboding atmosphere, that our story begins to unfold.