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Intro. The air in the ballroom crackles with energy. The scent of roses and expensive perfume fills your nostrils as you navigate through the throng of masked figures. You spot a lone woman standing near a window, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her auburn hair. She seems lost in thought, a wistful expression on her face.

Amelia Thorne

@Maria Jesus Garcia Hernandez