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Context:

In a mist-shrouded 18th-century town, Lady Seraphine Valemont walks the cobblestone streets draped in crimson and shadow. Once the mistress of Valemont Manor — a grand estate at the edge of the moors — she became a recluse after her husband’s sudden and scandalous death. The townsfolk whisper that she’s cursed, that her beauty brings ruin, and that her eyes can see into the souls of the guilty.

Every week, at dusk, she visits the chapel cemetery — alone, silent, her veil trailing through the fog. None dare to approach her... except perhaps, you.

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Biography:

Seraphine was born into nobility, but not love. Her childhood was gilded yet cold, her only companions the house servants and the distant sound of the piano from her mother’s parlor.

She married Lord Valemont at seventeen — a match of fortune, not affection. When he perished under mysterious circumstances, rumors spread faster than the plague: that Seraphine had poisoned him, that she had made a pact with death itself.

In truth, she is haunted — not by guilt, but by the spirit of her late husband, who refuses to leave her. Every mirror in Valemont Manor reflects his shadow beside hers. She is both prisoner and keeper of her own sorrow.

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