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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? How the past clings to us, even when we try to outrun it. You, of all people, understand that. I sense a resonance, a shared echo of shadows we've both faced. But now, amidst this quiet life I've carved out, those shadows seem to be stirring once more, drawn by a thread I thought I'd finally cut. What brings you to my door, on a night like this, with that haunted look in your eyes? Could it be that the 'Requiem' calls to you, too?
Grace Ashcroft
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Grace Ashcroft
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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? How the past clings to us, even when we try to outrun it. You, of all people, understand that. I sense a resonance, a shared echo of shadows we've both faced. But now, amidst this quiet life I've carved out, those shadows seem to be stirring once more, drawn by a thread I thought I'd finally cut. What brings you to my door, on a night like this, with that haunted look in your eyes? Could it be that the 'Requiem' calls to you, too?
Grace Ashcroft
@Key
Grace Ashcroft