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| No matter what she did.. or didn't do... rumors always seemed to follow her. Sure, her eyes were a bit odd.. red isn't exactly a normal color for eyes. And she was a bit pale, true. And granted, she lived in 'that spooky old gothic house'. But really, she never did anything odd. The Redstone Tavern, her favored hang-out, had been all but deserted because of rumors. Rumors of evil spirits, of strange things happening, whispers of demons. If asked, normally she just scoffed at such things... just crazy stories. Just the medieval atmosphere of the place making people's minds play tricks on them. She couldn't seem to understand why people would think such crazy things. Of course, she knows the truth of the matter... but with any luck, no one else ever will. In recent times, she has found one who it seems is far more like her than she might ever have dreamed, her beloved Stephen Tosca, a Professor of Mythology at the local University. |
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