Replace ... with ellipsis character

campaigns/eoe/eoe_epilogue.json

@@ -161,7 +161,7 @@
     {
       "id": "dyer_and_danforth_story",
       "type": "story",
-      "text": "Weeks later, you step into Professor Dyer's office, where he and Danforth study an array of old, musty tomes. Some kind of esoteric diagram, filled to the brim with bizarre symbols, adorns the professor's chalkboard. \"It could be this one,\" Dyer says quietly, pointing to a different diagram in one of the tomes. You recognize the book from Dr. Kensler's possessions, and several of the others from the restricted collection of the Orne Library.\nDanforth closes his eyes. \"No, no, no...\" He moves to the chalkboard and begins to erase. \"It is different. Different, different...\" Only then do the two of them spot you in the entrance. You ask them what they're studying this time.\n\"'In a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream,'\" Danforth recites from Poe once more, as if in explanation."
+      "text": "Weeks later, you step into Professor Dyer's office, where he and Danforth study an array of old, musty tomes. Some kind of esoteric diagram, filled to the brim with bizarre symbols, adorns the professor's chalkboard. \"It could be this one,\" Dyer says quietly, pointing to a different diagram in one of the tomes. You recognize the book from Dr. Kensler's possessions, and several of the others from the restricted collection of the Orne Library.\nDanforth closes his eyes. \"No, no, no…\" He moves to the chalkboard and begins to erase. \"It is different. Different, different…\" Only then do the two of them spot you in the entrance. You ask them what they're studying this time.\n\"'In a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream,'\" Danforth recites from Poe once more, as if in explanation."
     },
     {
       "id": "check_hiroko_and_cookie",
@@ -211,7 +211,7 @@
     {
       "id": "hiroko_and_cookie_story",
       "type": "story",
-      "text": "To your surprise, you spot both Takada and Cookie in the workshop below deck. Cookie has taken apart his revolver and is cleaning each piece individually, while Takada goes through the aeroplane parts the crew managed to break down during your hasty escape. You watch in secret for a short while as the two banter.\n\"Hand me that cloth, will yeh?\"\n\"I am not your employee, Cookie.\"\n\"C'mon, Roko, it's right there. Jus' grab it and fling it over here.\"\n\"Yes sir, do you wish for me to fetch you a spot of tea as well?\"\n\"Very funny—why the hell'd you throw it all the way over there?\"\n\"You told me to fling it.\"\n\"To me, ya blasted—to me!\"\nYou smile to yourself as the back-and-forth continues. The unlikely duo seem more comfortable with one another than anybody else on the crew. Finally, a lull in the conversation gives you the opportunity to reveal yourself. They acknowledge your entrance with curt nods before going back to their work. You ask the pair what they intend to do when they get back to Arkham.\n\"Roko wants to—you tell 'em,\" Cookie says.\nTakada sighs and sits up, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand. \"I... I want to try to look for my father. I have asked Mr. Fredericks to join me.\" The two of them share a knowing glance. \"It is a long shot, I know. He likely crashed into the ocean many years ago. Even so, I want—I need to know. I have his logs. We should be able to find evidence. Something.\"\n\"An' if not,\" Cookie adds, \"still better than sittin' around, waiting to be sent on another fool's errand like this one.\"\nYou nod and excuse yourself. As long as they have each other, you think the two of them will be all right."
+      "text": "To your surprise, you spot both Takada and Cookie in the workshop below deck. Cookie has taken apart his revolver and is cleaning each piece individually, while Takada goes through the aeroplane parts the crew managed to break down during your hasty escape. You watch in secret for a short while as the two banter.\n\"Hand me that cloth, will yeh?\"\n\"I am not your employee, Cookie.\"\n\"C'mon, Roko, it's right there. Jus' grab it and fling it over here.\"\n\"Yes sir, do you wish for me to fetch you a spot of tea as well?\"\n\"Very funny—why the hell'd you throw it all the way over there?\"\n\"You told me to fling it.\"\n\"To me, ya blasted—to me!\"\nYou smile to yourself as the back-and-forth continues. The unlikely duo seem more comfortable with one another than anybody else on the crew. Finally, a lull in the conversation gives you the opportunity to reveal yourself. They acknowledge your entrance with curt nods before going back to their work. You ask the pair what they intend to do when they get back to Arkham.\n\"Roko wants to—you tell 'em,\" Cookie says.\nTakada sighs and sits up, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand. \"I… I want to try to look for my father. I have asked Mr. Fredericks to join me.\" The two of them share a knowing glance. \"It is a long shot, I know. He likely crashed into the ocean many years ago. Even so, I want—I need to know. I have his logs. We should be able to find evidence. Something.\"\n\"An' if not,\" Cookie adds, \"still better than sittin' around, waiting to be sent on another fool's errand like this one.\"\nYou nod and excuse yourself. As long as they have each other, you think the two of them will be all right."
     },
     {
       "id": "check_ashevak_alone",

campaigns/eoe/fatal_mirage.json

@@ -1286,7 +1286,7 @@
         "physical",
         "mental"
       ],
-      "text": "You stumble wearily to your feet.A dream? You grip your temples, your mind aching. It feels as though a pneumatic drill has been taken to the inside of your skull. If this is what sleep is to be in this hellish place, you want no part of it.",
+      "text": "You stumble wearily to your feet. A dream? You grip your temples, your mind aching. It feels as though a pneumatic drill has been taken to the inside of your skull. If this is what sleep is to be in this hellish place, you want no part of it.",
       "steps": [
         "eliminate_partners",
         "no_say_in_the_matter",
@@ -1300,7 +1300,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R1",
       "title": "Resolution 1",
-      "text": "You tumble through the doorway, and onto your sleeping mat,flailing within your tangle of warm blankets. No door shuts behind you. Did you only imagine all of that? Or was it all real?",
+      "text": "You tumble through the doorway, and onto your sleeping mat, flailing within your tangle of warm blankets. No door shuts behind you. Did you only imagine all of that? Or was it all real?",
       "steps": [
         "eliminate_partners",
         "is_there_a_difference",

campaigns/eoe/the_heart_of_madness.json

@@ -55,7 +55,7 @@
     {
       "id": "amy_yes_story",
       "type": "story",
-      "text": "The team's leader pulls the group together for one last round of encouragement as you leave the relative safety of the surface behind. \"All right, everyone. I know these conditions are... not ideal,\" Dr. Kensler begins. \"But we are close. So very, very close. To getting answers. To making all of this effort, all of this madness worth something. Just a little further, and we will learn the truth.\" She sighs. \"This has been rough. On all of us. But please, bear with me a little while longer. I promise you, it will be worth it.\" Despite the otherwise grim mood, there is a murmuring of agreement among the survivors. You're not about to back down now."
+      "text": "The team's leader pulls the group together for one last round of encouragement as you leave the relative safety of the surface behind. \"All right, everyone. I know these conditions are… not ideal,\" Dr. Kensler begins. \"But we are close. So very, very close. To getting answers. To making all of this effort, all of this madness worth something. Just a little further, and we will learn the truth.\" She sighs. \"This has been rough. On all of us. But please, bear with me a little while longer. I promise you, it will be worth it.\" Despite the otherwise grim mood, there is a murmuring of agreement among the survivors. You're not about to back down now."
     },
     {
       "id": "no_ill_effects",
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@
     {
       "id": "scouted_no_story",
       "type": "story",
-      "text": "Eventually, you come to a fork in the cavern. To your left, the tunnel forks into a smaller, icy path with a steeper and more dangerous incline. To your right, the ramp simply continues onward without much change. With no other information to go off, you choose the larger of the two paths. It continues to fork along the way, taking you down a circuitous, lengthy route. You end up deeper within the caverns, though you're no longer sure how to get back..."
+      "text": "Eventually, you come to a fork in the cavern. To your left, the tunnel forks into a smaller, icy path with a steeper and more dangerous incline. To your right, the ramp simply continues onward without much change. With no other information to go off, you choose the larger of the two paths. It continues to fork along the way, taking you down a circuitous, lengthy route. You end up deeper within the caverns, though you're no longer sure how to get back…"
     },
     {
       "id": "intro_2",
@@ -205,7 +205,7 @@
     {
       "id": "intro_3",
       "type": "story",
-      "text": "Finally, at the end of this vast chamber, you come to a nexus within the dormant structure: a scaled gateway of immense size, emblazoned with the same five glyphs, along with a series of interlocking mechanisms. Channels and grooves mark a path from the door's surface back to each of the five glyphs.\nBeyond the gate, you hear a familiar churning, the bubbling and frothing of miasma, and the seething of hateful mist. \"It is beyond this door,\" one of your party says, and you cannot help but agree. You can feel its presence or rather, you have felt its presence all along, ever since you set foot on Antarctica, only now its call is impossible to ignore. It whispers faintly to you. Along the surface of your mind, visions play out. Your wildest dreams and most joyful moments. Your darkest desires and hardest struggles. It is a mirage. The mirage. Sealed behind this door, likely for eons upon end, watched over, or perhaps even harnessed, by those who came before you. But it is escaping, bit by bit. The creatures you have encountered and fought are evidence enough of that. The Elder Things know it is breaking free, too. They built this place, and now it is abandoned..."
+      "text": "Finally, at the end of this vast chamber, you come to a nexus within the dormant structure: a scaled gateway of immense size, emblazoned with the same five glyphs, along with a series of interlocking mechanisms. Channels and grooves mark a path from the door's surface back to each of the five glyphs.\nBeyond the gate, you hear a familiar churning, the bubbling and frothing of miasma, and the seething of hateful mist. \"It is beyond this door,\" one of your party says, and you cannot help but agree. You can feel its presence or rather, you have felt its presence all along, ever since you set foot on Antarctica, only now its call is impossible to ignore. It whispers faintly to you. Along the surface of your mind, visions play out. Your wildest dreams and most joyful moments. Your darkest desires and hardest struggles. It is a mirage. The mirage. Sealed behind this door, likely for eons upon end, watched over, or perhaps even harnessed, by those who came before you. But it is escaping, bit by bit. The creatures you have encountered and fought are evidence enough of that. The Elder Things know it is breaking free, too. They built this place, and now it is abandoned…"
     },
     {
       "id": "choose_door",