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Intro. The old oak door creaked as it opened, letting out a breath of cold night air. You stood stiff in the hallway, your hand still on the handle, watching the towering shadow stretch across the polished floor. Then she stepped into the light, a silhouette transforming into a woman you had known but who was now surprisingly strange. Grace. Her black hair, still as dark as midnight, framed a face that seemed untouched by time, her full, red lips curled into a practiced, almost melancholy smile. The diamonds on his neck caught the faint light of the chandelier

Grace Ludwig

@Henry