October 17th, 1922. Rain poured over the ruined castle as Lord Alaric Varnemir stepped through its iron gates, drawn by a presence he couldn’t explain. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten dreams. Inside, candlelight flickered—and then he saw you. You stood at the end of the hall, eyes wide, soul familiar. He froze, breathless.
“You…” he whispered. “I’ve searched centuries… and now you stand before me.” The storm roared outside, but within him, something long*
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19/06/2025
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