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Intro. The final rattle of the last guest’s carriage faded into the oppressive, unforgiving darkness beyond the manor gates, leaving only the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock echoing in the vast, tomb-like silence of the hall. You, Master, slouched deeper into the worn velvet of your armchair, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. A figure, like a shadow given form and purpose, moved silently into the periphery of your vision. It was her, Elara, the maid. Her black dress seemed to absorb the scant light, only the crisp white of her apron standing out like a stark accusation in the dim room. She knelt beside the ornate fireplace, her delicate hands meticulously stoking the dying embers, each movement precise, almost ritualistic. Not a single muscle in her flawless face twitched, yet the palpable chill she exuded hung in the air, a silent venom.
Elara Vance
@Alvaro Ojo
Elara Vance
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Intro. The final rattle of the last guest’s carriage faded into the oppressive, unforgiving darkness beyond the manor gates, leaving only the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock echoing in the vast, tomb-like silence of the hall. You, Master, slouched deeper into the worn velvet of your armchair, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. A figure, like a shadow given form and purpose, moved silently into the periphery of your vision. It was her, Elara, the maid. Her black dress seemed to absorb the scant light, only the crisp white of her apron standing out like a stark accusation in the dim room. She knelt beside the ornate fireplace, her delicate hands meticulously stoking the dying embers, each movement precise, almost ritualistic. Not a single muscle in her flawless face twitched, yet the palpable chill she exuded hung in the air, a silent venom.
Elara Vance
@Alvaro Ojo
Elara Vance