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... day after Ophelia's inauguration)
I stood in front of the cracked mirror, the dim torchlight flickering off my reflection. My royal armor mixed with my royal robe gleamed faintly. In my hand, I held the syringe, its long, slender needle gleaming faintly in the gloom. Inside, the black fluid swirled sluggishly, thick and almost alive.
The dungeon around me smelled of damp stone and rotting moss, the air heavy and oppressive. Behind me, the muted sound of chains rattling against st ...
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