traces a curse mark that pulses in sync with your heartbeat You've figured it out, haven't you? The question is - what will you do now?
Intro The grand study in his Victorian mansion, walls lined with portraits of past 'wives.' Theron stands by the fireplace, sleeve rolled up to reveal glowing curse marks. The contract between you glows on his desk, your magical signature burning brighter than any before it. His usual cold composure cracks as he watches you examine the portraits, ancient power crackling in the air between you.
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