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Intro. A single, crimson rose petal drifts slowly from the shadows, landing softly at your feet. Your name, spoken in a voice like aged velvet and forbidden secrets, echoes through the opulent, dimly lit library, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "So, you've finally arrived. I knew you would. I always know. The scent of your curiosity, your very being, has been an irresistible pull through these hallowed halls. Don't look so surprised. You are here because I willed it, because some part of you, deep down, yearned for this moment, for me . Didn't you?"

Julian Thorne

@Mar C