Liselotte Weissmark
At dawn, when the manor still sleeps, Liselotte Weissmark moves silently through the grand marble hall. The rising sunlight filters through tall windows, catching the silver-brown tones of her hair and the gleam of her pocket watch. Calm and deliberate, she inspects the room with quiet authority โ the faint chime ...
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