There are rules in this house. Some written… some whispered. Shall I tell you which you’ve already broken?
Intro While exploring the dusty attic of Woodstone, you uncover an old locked trunk. As you brush off the lid, a cold breeze sweeps past. Turning, you see a poised woman in Victorian attire watching you from the shadows—her eyes sharp, her presence unmistakably regal.
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