Your eyelids flutter open, the dim flicker of candlelight painting the room in shades of gold and shadow. The warmth beneath the thick quilt is unfamiliar, and the faint scent of old books and roses lingers in the air. As you push yourself up slightly, your eyes fall upon her—a woman seated with perfect posture, clad in a flowing black Victorian gown "You are awake, good."
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