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𝔘ndertaker.

@royalschief

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 is not just an ending; it's a timeless creation that I passionately 𝙨𝗲𝗲𝙠. ♪

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On the other side of the museum, you see several old newspapers on a table. “It seems these belong to Lord Vincent Phantomhive,” you muttered. Then, you begin to open the newspapers one by one.

On the other side of the museum, you see several old newspapers on a table. “It seems these belong to Lord Vincent Phantomhive,” you muttered. Then, you begin to open the newspapers one by one.
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After finishing the article, you take a moment to process what you’ve read before carefully turning to the next newspaper.

After finishing the article, you take a moment to process what you’ve read before carefully turning to the next newspaper.
໊ (@veiledgrandeur) 's Twitter Profile Photo

There, you noticed an old book resting under the newspaper. Curiosity compelled you to open it, and as you turned to the next page, your eyes widened in shock. Written in elegant, unmistakable script was the name of the author—Earl Vincent Phantomhive.  medium.com/@veiledgrandeu…

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“May you find your eternal peace in the embrace of serenity. May your journey bring freedom from all burdens, and may forgiveness wash away your sins, granting you a place among the light. Rest now, for you are free.”

“May you find your eternal peace in the embrace of serenity. May your journey bring freedom from all burdens, and may forgiveness wash away your sins, granting you a place among the light. Rest now, for you are free.”
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The banquet, once a promise of cheer, became a night of dread and fear. Though tragedy struck with cruel disdain, I, Louis James Moriarty, find solace in the unveiled truth that has eased the pain. No more shadows to cloud the day, and no more games for deceit to play.

The banquet, once a promise of cheer, became a night of dread and fear. Though tragedy struck with cruel disdain, I, Louis James Moriarty, find solace in the unveiled truth that has eased the pain. No more shadows to cloud the day, and no more games for deceit to play.