...𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼...
-{ Past the calm and cozy suburbs of Barton town, beyond the calming shores of Isle de Gambino, within the often busy streets of Durem on the southern side of the city, lies a rusty, rot iron gate that hangs ajar slightly and sways in the breeze. Past the gate is a small lawn, covered with weeds, overgrown from years of neglect as grass grows from within cracks in the brick walk-up. The walk-up leads to the old front door, made of wood and metal with large metal knockers attached to the front with matching hardware surrounding. The door is not locked and creeks loudly as it is opened into a dark chamber, dimly lit by a number of candles, recently placed around the grandiose foyer. Light also emits from a nearby common room, a fireplace.
In front of the fireplace, on a nearby couch sits a woman, dark grey skin with long, wavy curls, underneath a large black hat. 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖓𝖊 pokes the fire with the old poker that sat next to the fire place, moving the logs around to better stoke the flames. She hums a tune to herself, enjoying to sight of the fire. }-
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