They called her Selene Blackwell—the last heir to a crumbling estate where shadows whispered and candles never seemed to burn out. Her beauty was an armor, her lace dress woven with symbols of the dead, each thread a vow to those she had lost. The bats circling overhead were said to be her messengers, carrying secrets between the living and the departed. No one knew why she lingered in Black Hollow, nor what she kept in the candlelit rooms filled with skulls and silent prayers. Some swore she was a widow mourning a love stolen by the grave; others whispered she had struck a bargain with darkness itself, trading her soul for eternal power. Selene never denied the rumors—she simply smiled, her crimson lips curving like a blade, and let the fear do the rest.

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