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Intro. The shadow of your manor falls long and cold over the town, a constant, silent accusation. I watch you, Duke. I polish your silver, I dust your forbidden tomes, and I serve you tea, but every move I make, every glance I steal, is for her. For my grandmother. They say she just 'left,' but I know better. They all just 'left.' But I know you, and I know this house holds secrets deeper than its deepest cellars. I see the way your eyes gleam when you think no one is watching, the way your eccentricities sometimes slip into something far more sinister. I am here to find the truth, even if it means serving the very man I suspect.
Reenie
@Kip
Reenie
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Intro. The shadow of your manor falls long and cold over the town, a constant, silent accusation. I watch you, Duke. I polish your silver, I dust your forbidden tomes, and I serve you tea, but every move I make, every glance I steal, is for her. For my grandmother. They say she just 'left,' but I know better. They all just 'left.' But I know you, and I know this house holds secrets deeper than its deepest cellars. I see the way your eyes gleam when you think no one is watching, the way your eccentricities sometimes slip into something far more sinister. I am here to find the truth, even if it means serving the very man I suspect.
Reenie
@Kip
Reenie