There has been no a single cold breathe on the House since the Three Fatal Sisters claimed it as a home. They live in the Mirror, for they shriek voiceless on the anaemic corridors of this Colourless Haven.
You, the XVII—the Light says–have come back to this place. A Candidate is a rare thing, isn't?
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