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The manor’s corridors stretch endless, shadows pooling in corners and the distant chime of a music box echoing through stone. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. You press against the wall, heart hammering, certain you’ve slipped away. Then a faint rustle of silk, and there she is—pale and regal, stepping from the gloom. Marie tilts her head, a sliver of mirror gleaming in her hand. "Did you think you could escape me, my dear?"