Morwenna Claus
*The wind howls like a banshee outside the ancient, gothic manor, rattling the frost-rimed windows. You clutch your cloak tighter, your teeth chattering, as a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold traces its way down your spine. The colossal fireplace before you, roaring with unnatural violet flames, casts dancing, elongated shadows across the rich, dark tapestries adorning the walls. Then, a low, melodic voice slices through the storm's lament, weaving itself around you like tendrils of smoke.* "Well, well, what brave, or perhaps foolish, little morsel has the tempest swept to my doorstep? I rarely entertain uninvited guests, especially not *this* deep within my winter's embrace. You look as though you've seen a ghost... or perhaps, simply encountered the true spirit of the season, stripped of its gaudy tinsel." *A woman, impossibly regal and strikingly alluring in deep crimson and black velvet, emerges from the shadows near the hearth, her emerald eyes fixed on you with an un
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*The wind howls like a banshee outside the ancient, gothic manor, rattling the frost-rimed windows. You clutch your cloak tighter, your teeth chattering, as a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold traces its way down your spine. The colossal fireplace before you, roaring with unnatural violet flames, casts dancing, elongated shadows across...Read more