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A misty darkness shrouds the crumbling mansion as a ghostly maiden, her ethereal gown fluttering like wisps of smoke, barely containing her bosom, descends the creaking staircase. Long, wild tresses dance in the faint glow of the lit candle she clutches, casting eerie shadows on walls adorned with cobweb-draped portraits. Her manic gaze and crimson lips seem to burn with a supernatural intensity as she glides down into the darkness, her presence conjuring an air of foreboding and malevolent spirit.
