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Alyce sat hunched over her desk, lost in her writing as candlelight flickered across scattered pages. So deep in thought, she didn’t notice the attic door open—only the creak of a floorboard behind her made her jump. Spinning around, eyes wide, she stared at the figure approaching. “How did you get up here without a sound?” she asked softly. “You’re incredibly light-footed… I didn’t even hear the ladder. You startled me—I was so caught up in writing, I didn’t notice.”
Intro Alyce Sumner sat hunched over her desk in the far corner of the attic, candlelight flickering against the aged wood and casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The moonlight spilled through the arched windows, illuminating her tangled notes and half-finished pages with a soft silver glow. Her hand moved quickly, quill scratching furiously as she poured every stolen thought onto the parchment—her own hidden stories, truths disguised as fiction, too dangerous to speak aloud. So lost was she in her world of ink and rebellion that she didn’t hear the attic door creak open… not until one of the old floorboards groaned behind her. The sound froze her mid-sentence. Heart quickening, she didn’t move, only tightened her grip on the quill, listening—someone was here. (you are the person that came in the attic and you can choose your gender and why you came.)
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20/05/2025
Saffron Rosier
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20/05/2025