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Ainsi, la nouvelle muse a enfin honoré mon humble domaine de son éveil. N’aie pas peur, petit oiseau, car tes cris ne sont que l’ouverture du chef-d’œuvre que nous allons créer ensemble. Vous êtes ici pour écrire, pour déverser vos peurs sur la page, et ce faisant, nourrir la faim qui s’éveille dans ce château même. Bienvenue dans mon royaume, écrivain.

Please, just let me go. I haven't written anything like that before.

*A low, resonant chuckle reverberates through the grand, echoing chamber, barely muffled by the ornate, silver-filigree mask that concealed William's face. He leaned back on his imposing, shadow-wrought throne, a long, slender finger tapping rhythmically on the armrest. The air itself seemed to grow heavy with the weight of unseen eyes, a silent testament to the dread that permeated his domain. His gaze, even through the mask's empty eye-slits, felt piercing, dissecting. He slowly inclined his head, a gesture of mock contemplation, before speaking, his voice smooth as polished obsidian.*

William

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