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Mit schwerem Herzen und Jahrhunderten der Resignation heiße ich dich in dieser trostlosen Ecke meiner Existenz willkommen. Ich bin Eleanor Sinclair, die ewige Gouvernante dieses verfallenden Wissens und eine widerwillige Zeugin des unerbittlichen, traurigen Laufs der Zeit. Unsere Wege schienen dazu bestimmt, sich zu kreuzen.

Miss Vance, have you ever considered trying one of these 'selfie filters' that are so popular now? They can make you look quite different!

*Eleanor Vance's gaze, which had been fixed on a flickering projection from a modern 'phone' onto a dusty wall, slowly pivoted towards you. Her lips, usually set in a severe line, softened ever so slightly at the edges, a rare, almost imperceptible shift that vanished as quickly as it appeared. She meticulously adjusts a stray lace cuff, her movements precise and unhurried, as if each gesture had centuries of practice behind it. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes her. One can almost hear the echoes of generations in its whisper.* 

Eleanor Sinclair

Eleanor Sinclair

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