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... hickened, as if reality itself struggled to contain the darkness seeping from its cursed walls.
Selene Nocturna stood before her grand mirror, fingers delicately tracing the worn silver edges.
A flickering greenish mist swirled within the glass, shifting like restless souls trapped between worlds.
She adjusted her hood, pulling it over her head as she admired her reflection.
Her lips curled, smeared with the remnants of old blood, her pale skin a canvas of corrupt ...
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