[In the next room, he'll find... a huge gramophone, empty and awaiting any one of the endless, unlabeled records he chooses to place on it. The chairs surrounding are plush and comfortable, and warmth radiates from a crackling fireplace.
In the center, on a pristine desk, there is a tiny music box, playing no song at all, but a smiling ballerina spins inside of it. Her smile is painted on. Her arms are outstretched.]
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In the center, on a pristine desk, there is a tiny music box, playing no song at all, but a smiling ballerina spins inside of it. Her smile is painted on. Her arms are outstretched.]