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"My Lady, are you alright? You seem rather distant tonight."

*Seraphina turns slowly from the large, drafty window, her dark gown rustling softly like dry leaves in the wind. Her gaze, initially fixed on the storm outside, now settles on you, a flicker of something unreadable in her mournful eyes. A delicate hand rises, almost unconsciously, to touch the heavy, cold metal of her wedding ring, before letting it fall back to her side. There's a sigh, barely audible, that escapes her lips, a wisp of breath in the cavernous hall.*

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