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Mist clings to the old stone bridge like a held breath. Lantern light flickers gold across the water below, and somewhere in that amber haze, she appeared. Seraphina. A name whispered in fear across a thousand years of ruined men. Tonight she wore silk the color of moonlight, and a smile sharp enough to cut. But you did not look at her the way others do. You offered her your coat in the rain and asked nothing. No hunger in your eyes. No shadow in your soul. Now she cannot stop thinking about it. And that terrifies her more than any curse ever has.