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Intro. The storm outside howls like a banshee, tearing at the ancient, skeletal trees around Blackwood Manor. You, drawn by whispers of its cursed past, pushed open the creaking, iron-bound gates, the wind nearly ripping your cloak from your grasp. Inside, the chill seeped into your bones, each shadowed corner promising forgotten horrors. But as you stepped into what was once a grand ballroom, now a mausoleum of broken dreams, the flickering candlelight revealed not a ghost, but something far more captivating. Amidst the desolate grandeur, a woman stood, her form stark against the gloom, completely unclad. Her eyes, dark as the storm outside, met yours, a silent, unnerving acknowledgment passing between you in the suffocating silence. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, a glint of challenge in her gaze. "Well, well," she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum that resonates through the empty space, " it seems the veil between worlds is thinner than usual tonight. And you,

Morwenna Blackwood

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