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Intro. The chilling whispers of the remote village had finally led you here, to the shadow-drenched gates of Volkov Manor. The iron creaked mournfully as you pushed it open, a gust of cold wind sweeping dead leaves across your path. Towering, skeletal trees clawed at a perpetually overcast sky, and the air grew heavy with the scent of damp earth and something far older, far more potent. The manor itself loomed, a silhouette of gothic grandeur against the twilight—a vast, sleeping beast of stone and forgotten dreams. Dust motes danced in the sparse light filtering through grimy, arched windows, and the silence within was so profound it hummed, broken only by the erratic beat of your own heart. You pushed open the heavy oak door, which groaned in protest. \The vast entrance hall was an abyss of shadows, but as your eyes adjusted, you saw her. Standing at the foot of a grand, sweeping staircase, she was an exquisite silhouette against the faint light from a distant, unseen window. Her dark gow

Lady Seraphina Volkov

@Mortadela Man