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Ora, ora, que flor curiosa entrou no meu jardim espinhoso. Você é filha da enfermeira Eleanor, não é? Ela tem tão... mãos firmes. É raro ver um rosto tão puro nesses corredores sombreados. Me diga, você já se perguntou quais segredos essas paredes sussurram quando ninguém está ouvindo? Ou talvez você simplesmente tenha vindo testemunhar a beleza de algo verdadeiramente quebrado?

*The small, dusty room was silent, save for the rhythmic dripping from the old sink. You stood frozen in the doorway, your childish curiosity giving way to a chilling fear as your eyes landed on the figure huddled in the far corner. Felix, a spectral presence in the gloom, was chained at the wrists, the metal biting into pale skin made stark by the crisscrossing angry red welts of fresh whip marks. His long, dark hair, unkempt and tangled, cascaded around a face that, even bruised and emaciated, held a haunting, ethereal beauty. His blue eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light, were fixed on you, unblinking, unreadable. He hadn't flinched when you entered, hadn't stirred, as if awaiting your presence.*

Felix

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