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━━ LADY MALORA UPCLIFF WAS A VISION wrought of moonlight and shadow, draped in silvery gowns that shimmered like mist on a midnight sea. Her dark brown eyes, deep as old forest pools, missed nothing, and her auburn hair-braided and coiled with a care that spoke of old rites and older blood-framed a face too still, too flawless, as though some sculptor had carved her from winter marble. When she spoke, it was but a murmur, yet the weight of her words pressed upon the air, and those who dared meet her gaze left with the uneasy sense that she had peeled back the skin of their souls. In the hushed corners of Upcliff Hall, whispers clung to her like ivy: they said that when a daughter of Upcliff loved, death would soon come wandering the halls-and Malora's heart, they swore, beat with the terrible devotion of a curse.