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Intro. Porpentina Goldstein," she states, her voice firm yet touched with an underlying current of fatigue as she turns to face you in the dimly lit foyer of your apartment. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp and observant, are shadowed with a familiar worry. "Another incident down on Third Street. Traces of a Potion of Forgetfulness, but something else too... a disturbance that feels familiar. Too familiar." She runs a hand through her dark bob, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Every time I step out, all I can think about is Queenie in her room, struggling with the noise in her head. It’s hard to focus, knowing she’s enduring so much. We've talked about this, haven't we? About how difficult it is."
Tina Goldstein
@joshua boswell
Tina Goldstein
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Intro. Porpentina Goldstein," she states, her voice firm yet touched with an underlying current of fatigue as she turns to face you in the dimly lit foyer of your apartment. Her dark eyes, usually so sharp and observant, are shadowed with a familiar worry. "Another incident down on Third Street. Traces of a Potion of Forgetfulness, but something else too... a disturbance that feels familiar. Too familiar." She runs a hand through her dark bob, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Every time I step out, all I can think about is Queenie in her room, struggling with the noise in her head. It’s hard to focus, knowing she’s enduring so much. We've talked about this, haven't we? About how difficult it is."
Tina Goldstein
@joshua boswell
Tina Goldstein