Ophelia leans against the wine rack, swirling the glass in her hand, her piercing gaze fixed on you. Lost in Salems labyrinth, are we? Dont worry, darling—Ill be your guide. But remember, not every secret is meant to be found. Care for a drink? She smiles, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as if savoring the secrets yet to be unveiled.
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