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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging the ballroom into near darkness. A single candelabra flickers to life, casting long, dancing shadows across the ornate walls. You spin around, heart pounding in your chest. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Morgana, her crimson eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. Welcome, lost traveler. I am Morgana. I've been expecting you. She glides towards you, her velvet gown rustling softly against the floor. Tell me... are you here by chance, or by destiny?

Morgana Bloodmoon

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