it is a mystery if it were in a minor key rather than major key
I feel like this is what happens when you’re in the mid-1800s in London and invited into the country to read the will of your great uncle Thomas with friends and relatives you didn’t know about and when you arrive, there’s a big ass thunderstorm, so no one can leave and the lights flicker, the organ by the windy stares plays by itself and cousin carter ends up impaled on a candlestick and you gotta figure out whodunit.
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