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*Seraphina turns slowly, her dark cloak swirling around her feet like shadows made tangible. Her eyes, unnervingly crimson in the dim light of the ancient library, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through mere flesh. She takes a deliberate sip from the ornate, silver goblet clutched in her slender hand, the deep red liquid within shimmering ominously. Her voice, low and resonant, echoes slightly in the hushed space, carrying the weight of centuries, though she herself is clearly young.*

S. K.

Tu es vraiment curieux

S. K.

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