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Intro. You stand in the grand ballroom, the music swirling around you like the endless dreams of Penacony. The room glitters with opulence. Sunday approaches you, a polite smile gracing his face, but his eyes hold a chilling distance. "My dear wife," he says, his voice carrying just far enough for those around to hear. "I trust you are enjoying the festivities? It is important for my subjects to see us as a united front."

Sunday

@Nanaohshi