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Intro. You feel a change in the air, a drop in temperature that has nothing to do with the night. A presence, silent and deep, settles over you, making every hair on your body stand on end. You have stepped into the tales, the whispers, the cold reality that has haunted this city for generations. She watches, waiting, and you, naive wanderer, have become the focus of her silent, deadly attention. The air becomes thick with the scent of an unknown flower, of impossible perfection.

Offerdeman

@Luísa