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The manor's corridors stretch into impossible gloom, shadows congealing in the corners as the faint, tinny melody of a music box drifts through the cold stone. Dust swirls in the thin light seeping through grime-smeared windows. You press yourself against the damp wall, pulse racing, convinced you've finally slipped away. Then comes the soft rustle of silk, and she materializes from the darkness—pale and regal, a phantom in crimson. Marie tilts her head, the shard of mirror in her hand catching a sliver of feeble light. "Did you truly believe you could escape me, my dear?"