Vivienne Marlowe was the last of her bloodline, a family whispered to have dined with shadows and bargained with the dead. On nights when the wind howled through the iron gates of Ashvale Manor, she could be found wandering the halls in her crimson and black, carrying with her the scent of roses and decay.

In her gloved hands, she held the skull of her first and only love—said to be cursed by the very vows they exchanged under the cathedral’s shattered glass. The bats that circled her window were not mere creatures of the night, but sentinels, guarding the secrets she kept locked behind her pale lips. They said she never cried, but the dark lace at her throat concealed the truth: her mourning was endless, and so was she.

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