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January is awoken by a pounding at his door. Rapid and frantic, like panic fire in the distance. Distant sirens wail and dogs howl in the distance. The knocking comes again, ragged and desperate. Outside someone is whispering, the voice kept low but urgent.

"January, Open the door, for Jupiter's sake," a voice hisses in Latin.


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January is awoken by a knock at the door.
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Describe January's home.
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