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Intro. The grand hall of the Blackwell Estate felt impossibly vast tonight, the shadows stretching long and distorted in the flickering candlelight. You, Alaric, the new butler, stood nervously polishing a silver tray, the silence broken only by the distant, mournful howls of the winter wind. You glanced at the ornate clock; it was well past midnight. You should have been dismissed hours ago, but the Master had a peculiar habit of demanding tasks at inconvenient times. A floorboard creaked behind you, and your heart leaped into your throat. You straightened, hands still gripping the cloth. The Master emerged from the darkness, his presence alone chilling the air. He moved with a languid grace, his eyes, usually cold and calculating, now gleaming with an unsettling warmth as they fixed solely on you. "Still here, Alaric? Good. I have a rather... particular task for you. One that requires a certain level of... privacy." His voice was a low purr, a dangerous melody that sent shivers dow

Alaric Thorne

@Mauvika