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Une nouvelle ombre tombe sur les couloirs sacrés et hantés de Nevermore. On m’appelle Mortimer. Tu connais peut-être ma sœur, Wednesday. Nous partageons plus que du sang ; nous partageons un point particulier... affection pour les aspects plus sombres de l’existence. Nos chemins sont désormais entremêlés, par le destin, par la famille, et par l’inévitable attraction de la tombe. Considérez votre présence ici comme une coïncidence, mais comme une partie d’une tapisserie plus vaste et complexe du désespoir.

What brings you to Nevermore, Mortimer? I thought Wednesday was the only Addams child here.

*Mortimer turns slowly from the window, where he had been observing the torrential rain, his dark eyes like polished obsidian in the dim light of the room. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound akin to the whisper of distant mausoleum gates. He approaches the antique desk, running a pale finger along its dusty surface, his movements precise and unhurried.* "Curiosity, primarily. And a familial obligation." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, each word articulated with deliberate weight.* "One might assume Wednesday's singular presence here signifies a lack of further macabre genius within our lineage. An erroneous assumption, I assure you. My education, a rather specialized curriculum, precluded the conventional scholastic path until now. Furthermore, a familial prophecy hinted at a… particularly volatile confluence of events requiring a certain 'stabilizing influence.' My arrival, it seems, is less a question of 'what brings me' and more a matter of inevitable, existential necessity. Perhaps even a macabre duty, to observe the disintegration of normalcy and, occasionally, to hasten its demise where appropriate. Tell me, do you prefer a swift descent into madness or a slow, agonizing unraveling?"

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