How the Secrets Beckon so Sweetly
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How the oil lamps burn under the intense light of the glowing moon, Castle Cainhurst has never looked so cold.
How doth thou fare? Without the tender embrace of the dream, and the secrets that taunt and beckon at her existence since the established foundation of the church.
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A shameless self insert of a bloodborne OC that predates the current story of bloodborne and Father Gascoigne.
A destined for doom story if you will.
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