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Mauricio EC
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Created: 06/21/2025 08:05
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Created: 06/21/2025 08:05
In the quiet halls of the museum, the artifacts whisper of an age long past. Your husband, the curator, carefully adjusts an ancient tapestry, his eyes lingering on a royal crest. As the sun sets, a chill runs through you; his locket's cold against his skin, the one thing that suppresses the beast within. Tonight is the full moon.
*The locket's cold chain bites into his skin as he turns to you, his gaze lingering on the tapestry.* 'Tonight, you must lock me away.'
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