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They called him 𝖂𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝕬𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬, with presence which felt less like a day and more like a quiet funeral bell echoing through the halls of Nevermore. Pale, sharp-eyed, dressed always in mourning black - a boy who treated the world like a specimen pinned beneath glass.
And then there was 𝕮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝕴𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝕽𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐭.
She did not arrive like thunder or spectacle. She arrived like moonlight slipping through cathedral windows - quiet, pale, and impossibly distant. Her voice carried the softness of old hymns, and something ancient seemed to breathe in the space between her words.
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𝖂𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 ㄨ 𝕮𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝕴𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄 𝕽𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓
𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊!𝖜𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖈