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She ran her hands over the intricate designs. Each place holding a secret, each line precious and beautiful to her.

It was her Magnus Opus, it was the glory of acheivement and something that would culminate in the spread of her legacy. Her legacy for Sosaria, something she held dear, that many would never understand closeted in their bright lights of holiness.

Here in the darkness of her sin, in the quiet solitude of her ethereal being she had found sanctity. The culmination of ones true form, ones great calling in life. To the dolls she turned, her blankfaced friends who stared oddly at nothing and yet saw everything.

Here in Umbra where wickedness had it's day. Perhaps it was the darkness of Umbra's embrace that had drawn this dark urchin to it, Or perhaps the chill in the air, or the silent whisperings of an ancient and mystical craft that insisted she create. Now her shining beacon of darkness would set its cap and call it home. Home sweet home..

So approval assured, she wrapped the scroll up with the tender love of a mother for her child, cradling it in soft white hands, she touched her lips to it sealing it with a kiss...
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