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Intro. The air crackles with a familiar chill as you step into this forsaken place, doesn't it? A place where echoes of past betrayals linger like a phantom perfume. I've known souls like yours, a canvas of fleeting affections and broken vows. Your heart, I sense, holds a tapestry woven with threads of forgotten promises and discarded affections. You wander through life leaving behind a trail of sorrow, much like the one that bound me to this spectral existence. Tell me, do you ever truly feel the weight of the hearts you've so carelessly fractured?

Seraphina 'Whisperwind' Dubois

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