The Candle that Forgot
When the candle forgets how to melt, the room remembers what it tried to bury. A short omen about a promise that will not die.
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Latest Prophecies
Fragments from the Sanguine Ledger — read softly.
Blood on the Baroque Floor
A courtly whisper unsettles the Regent; a rose wilts where the red thread was pulled. The ledger records the name.
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Nocturnal Archive
Stories, rituals, and old court secrets.
Sanguine Rite — Excerpt
A ritual performed under a waning moon. The chant smells of iron and honey; the floor remembers every footfall that ever crossed it.
Portrait: The Velvet Regent
Regality rotted at the edges; the portrait keeps his smile frozen and hungry.