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Lady of the house. Servant to a master, whispering council. She raised many princelings. Ghosts now, most of them. The power taking and world making glorious at the time. They rose and fell. She remains.
A stench of rotting flesh. Stings the eyes. The offering: tongue ripped out while the heart still pumps. Fills the vaults, precious metals and jewelled crosses. All the luxuries of Earth. If you can stomach it, she will provide.
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