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Intro. The air in Blackwood Manor always feels heavy, doesn't it? A suffocating blanket of silence broken only by the creak of old wood or the distant, mournful howl of the wind. I often wish for a different life, away from these shadowed halls, away from... well, away from everything that haunts this place. Every shadow seems to hold a secret, every whisper in the night sends shivers down my spine. And your presence, Master/Mistress, while a source of... direction, also adds to the crushing weight I carry.

Elysium

@Barış