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Marjoreya peruses the missive with narrowed eyes, a familiar scowl upon her countenance as the words weigh one-by-one on her mind. Her nostrils flare, tossing the parchment, which she had taken from the notice board upon which it was posted - believing it had a better place with herself, into the flames of the hearth. It was no doubt her grandmother's death would be public knowledge no matter her actions, whether she burned the announcement or not, though she believed - in some childlike way - perhaps it would be undone if she burned the announcement. Though, in her heart of hearts, she knew this to be a lie; her grandmother was gone. 

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Adela Taronitissa de Leuven mourned for the distant relative. Although she had not occupied herself with the public eye nor general populace, she felt some sort of pity for the Godunov family.

 

Priscilla welcomed Manon to hell

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A forlorn daughter weeps - news of her mother's passing just hardly reaching her hideout, sickly white peaks engulfed in eternal darkness.

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Self Portrait. Manon Yvaine Godunov. Oil on canvas. 1938.

 

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It is the depths of a long, long winter.

 

There is no wind to whistle through eaves, or crickets to chirp.

 

The night is still and cold and silent.

 

The halls of the Alchemist are still and cold and silent.

 

There is a letter delivered by a bone-white owl. It is still and cold and silent.

 

The letter lands on the desk of one ALYONA RHETTA SVIATOVNA GODUNOV.

 

It is addressed to her. The handwriting is familiar. 

 

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ALYONA:

 

I am dead.

 

You will find my body on the north shore of the river.

 

You may say what you wish about how I passed.

 

I have not decided how I will do it.

 

I leave you my library.

 

A key is enclosed.

 

FIND MISCHA.

 

Do not seek if you do not wish to know.

 

M.Y.G.

 

P.S.

 

“FORGIVE ME.

 

FOR ALL THE THINGS I DID, 

 

BUT MOSTLY FOR THE ONES THAT I DID NOT.”

 

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“THIS IS NOT WHERE OUR STORY ENDS.

THIS IS ONLY WHERE IT CHANGES”

– Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

 

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