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And The Waltz Goes On - A "Dark Pictures Anthology" Fanfiction

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There is no life without death and there could be no Curator without her who replenished both his repository and a fairly important part of his thoughts.
Whereas the Curator was the guardian of any story ever written, Livvy Valadi was the guardian of any event that had yet to be told; just like him, she didn't remember for how long she had been fulfilling her task or if someone else had been fulfilling it before she had. She only knew that she travelled almost more than he did in order to obtain fresh material for him and to what extent it kept her busy: she was a tireless explorer, an adventurer, even an archeologist or anthropologist time granting. However, in between her trips she always found an opportunity to pay a visit to her colleague.
Today the Curator was actually expecting her.All Rights Reserved

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Ophelia

"I'd jump after you into the pit of fire if I had to, Ophelia. Don't question that, and don't you ever ask me not to." __ Lilia thought she knew loneliness. She thought she understood grief. Haunted by a painful past, she kept running-from city to city, never looking back. All she wanted was a place where no one knew her. Then Dominic Brooks walked into her life. Chaotic, intense, and impossible to ignore, he and his makeshift family threatened to shatter every wall she'd built. But what unsettles her most isn't Dominic's presence-it's the way he looks at her, like he already knows her. The way he calls her Ophelia, as if it means something. And the way, despite everything, he feels like home. _ "Ophelia." "Ophelia, please." Isn't it funny? How this nickname works so perfectly. The world pushed Ophelia to the edge of her sanity, throwing her into the inevitability of a tragic ending. Here I am, facing the same fate. But no writer will engrave my name in history. No painting will be named after me. I'm just another insignificant part of the big book of life. Just another iteration of Ophelia.