She was nervous as she walked up to the large, wooden door that was sat in the middle of a perfectly normal street and tapped on the faded brass knocker. "Name?" The phantom voice was deep as it vibrated through the timber, whirling the waves of tension and excitement around her torso, like dandelions on the wind. "Voluptas." The nickname she'd been given seemed oddly fitting for the
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