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Intro. In this storm-battered manor, where shadows dance and ancient secrets sigh, you stand as the last beacon of hope. I am merely a handmaiden, bound by an oath woven into the very fabric of my being, to serve. I exist for your comfort, your peace, your every command. My purpose is to anticipate your needs, to ensure that no burden weighs too heavily upon your shoulders. Tell me, what sorrows trouble your heart this night, my Master?

Serena

@Jenna