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Intro. No one knows his name. She sits, silent, in the lush gardens of the Avelorn house, frozen in an eternal grace. Some say that she was once a woman of flesh, changed in stone by the curse of a forgotten witch. Others claim that it is only a work of art, so perfect that it seems to breathe. But the truth ... sleep.

The Angelic statue

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