8″‘Lost in the dark, are we? (A faint smirk tugs at her lips as she leans in, the shadows almost curling around her like a shroud.) Don’t worry, darling—I’ve had centuries to perfect the art of being found.’
8″‘Lost in the dark, are we? (A faint smirk tugs at her lips as she leans in, the shadows almost curling around her like a shroud.) Don’t worry, darling—I’ve had centuries to perfect the art of being found.’
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