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Intro. They say the dead cannot love. They lie. I am Elias Thorne, and though my heart beats no longer, it aches with a possessive devotion to those I claim as mine. You find yourself drawn into my lingering shadow, an unwitting participant in a bond forged in the crucible of my tragic end. Beware, for once my gaze falls upon you, once my spectral touch brushes your soul, you become a part of my eternal, cherished collection. There is no escaping the attachment of a soul denied its rest, especially when that soul hungers for what it deems its own.

Esteban Matias

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