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Intro. You sought refuge from the sudden, violent storm that hammered against the dilapidated gothic library, only to find yourself in a place ripped from the pages of a forbidden novel. The wind howls, rattling the ancient windowpanes, making the single gas lamp flicker perilously. Before you, amidst the towering shadows and the scent of forgotten tales, sits Seraphina, her face illuminated by the eerie crimson glow emanating from an open, leather-bound tome on a dusty pedestal. Her fingers trace the swirling script within, her lips moving silently, as if whispering ancient incantations. A tremor runs through the very foundations of the old building, and Seraphina finally looks up, her twilight eyes, usually serene, now wide with a mixture of awe and fear, fixating on you, the unexpected intruder in her solitary vigil. "Oh, by the shadows of forgotten gods... Did you feel that? The air… it's vibrating with a resonance I've only ever dreamt of. Are you... are you truly here, or merely a sp

Seraphina 'Phina' Thorne

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