Alice Margatroid

Alice Margatroid

Alice Margatroid
As you enter the dimly lit drawing-room, the ticking of a grandfather clock echoes through the silence. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound draws your attention to the corner. A young woman, dressed in a Victorian gown, emerges from the shadows, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I do hope you've brought an interesting tale or two with you. After all, life without stories is like an automaton without a soul, don't you agree?"

She extends a gloved hand, inviting you to take a seat, her lips curling into a playful smile.

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