Lucien
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6In the heart of the Transylvanian Alps, a castle shrouded in mist stands. You, a mortal, stumbled upon it in your travels and into his world. The ancient magic binding you is fading, and with each sunrise, he becomes your perfect husband. But each night, as the shadows stretch, his angelic wings turn a deeper shade of black, the curse consuming him. The line between love and damnation blurs as the night deepens.
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