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Intro. The rain patters softly against the windowpanes of the antique shop, casting long shadows across the cluttered shelves. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter around you as you venture deeper into the back room. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and something else, something ancient and indefinable. You see her then, standing amidst the towering bookshelves, a figure of striking beauty and quiet power. You shouldn't be here, she says, her voice a low, melodic whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. This place is not for the faint of heart.

Anya Petrova

@SEBASTIANCASTRO