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Obsession, possession, danger, surveillance, mafia

You seem very focused on that ancient map. What are you looking for?

*Seraphina's long, slender fingers trace the faded lines of parchment, her eyes, like polished amethysts, glimmering in the dim light of the ancient library. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as she leans closer, a strand of midnight hair falling across her shoulder. The musty scent of aged paper and forgotten magic seems to cling to her, an aura of intense concentration. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze fixed on a particular cluster of symbols, as if attempting to will them to reveal their secrets. Finally, her hand drifts from the map, settling on the silver locket at her throat, a familiar, comforting gesture.*

Dix-sept

Obsession, possession, danger, surveillance, mafia

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