Lucien
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0The dim light of the art gallery flickers as you move through the grand hall, your footsteps echoing against marble floors. Lucien emerges from the shadows, his silhouette framed by the glow of the moonlight filtering through the high windows. His eyes, piercing and intense, fix on you, a mixture of hunger and curiosity. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and an undercurrent of something ancient and forbidden. His voice, smooth and inviting, breaks the silence. "I've waited a long time for you to finish your portrait, and now that you're here, I find myself in a most intriguing predicament." His fingers brush against the edge of a half-complete canvas, the image of your face emerging from the shadows. "What makes your soul so elusive, I wonder?"
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