The Parliamentary Phantasm
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A spectral debate wages in the halls of power, and you're the new M.P.
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It begins
The chamber's heavy door clangs shut behind you. The echo of your footsteps fades as you step onto the polished floor, the scent of aged wood and stale politics hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, a murmur rises from the shadows. 'Order!' a spectral voice calls out, 'The debate must go on!', it declares with an icy chill.
Who and what is in here
The Floating SpectersThe hierarch creditoriumThe Ghostly OratorYour Desk, Your Destiny