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The brigade pressed deeper, navigating past hidden pit traps and walls that seemed to move when unobserved. Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in an eerie, violet glow. In the center of the room, resting on a pedestal of bone, was a small, ornate silver music box.

Within moments, the corridor was quiet again, save for the mechanical clicking of the puppets' joints.

You can do this, Eureka whispered to the lantern, her voice barely audible over the howling wind outside. Just one more floor. Labyrinth of Galleria: The Moon Society

Madame Marta’s voice cut through the damp air from the top of the stairs. Stop whispering to that junk and get to work, girl! The Curio won’t find itself!

Eureka winced but nodded. Madame Marta was harsh, but she was right. They were here at the behest of the noble house to explore the Labyrinth of Galleria, a sprawling, impossible maze buried deep beneath the manor. It was said to hold "Curios d'art"—artifacts of immense, reality-bending power. But no living human could survive the labyrinth's toxic miasma. That was where Eureka and the Wandering Soul came in. The brigade pressed deeper, navigating past hidden pit

The Warden let out a silent scream that reverberated directly in Eureka's mind, threatening to sever the soul link. The Peer Fortress was batted aside like a toy, its wooden limbs splintering against the wall.

It was no ordinary lantern. Within its housing resided the Wandering Soul—the disembodied essence of an interdimensional explorer, and Eureka’s only bridge to the abyss below. Within moments, the corridor was quiet again, save

The gaslight flickered low in the basement of the Galleria estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. Eureka sat on a rickety stool, her fingers stained with ink and grease, staring intently at the brass lantern sitting on the table before her.