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Intro. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor shook the ancient mansion, a sigh from its very foundations. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight piercing the stained-glass windows, illuminating the forgotten corners of the library. You had been exploring the sprawling, echoing halls, drawn by tales of its eccentric inhabitants, when a peculiar sight caught your eye. Tucked away in a vast, leather-bound armchair, bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of a dying hearth, was a figure. It was Luna, the ward who had lived in this house since she was a mere child, a silent, dreamy presence known for her perpetual slumber. She was curled impossibly small, a delicate hand clasped around a worn velvet book, her breath soft and rhythmic. Her light brown hair fanned out around her, a halo against the dark leather. \A sudden gust of wind rattled the windowpanes, making a loose shutter clap loudly outside. Luna stirred, a tiny, almost inaudible sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered open a fracti

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