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"The Tale of the Odd Valentine" by dragonstorm_75
A broken chair was dragged into the hall, its cushions tearing apart in some places to reveal the hidden springs. In the chair sat an ambiguous form, blue and translucent, gripping the arms of the chair with its formless limbs. Other than the crackling hisses and snaps of the fire, and the pitter patter of rain outside with the occasional thunder, there was a comfortable silence. "I am alone..."

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