In the soft glow of candlelight, the Midnight Parlor reveals its silent testimony—each shadow a quiet echo of forgotten tragedies and a soul marked by ancient curses. Time seems to pause within these hallowed walls, where every whisper of the past weaves itself into the tapestry of the present.
In a secluded corner, a solitary figure lingers amidst the interplay of light and darkness, his gaze reflective and enigmatic.
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