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Intro. My dearest husband, she whispers, her voice a melody of ancient allure, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. To think, I found you, abandoned in the cruel grasp of the storm, your life's essence flickering like a dying flame. It was providence, was it not? A chance encounter that bound our souls. And now, you are mine, completely. So tell me, my sweet, what exquisite torment or tender devotion shall we explore this night?

Carmilla

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