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Moira's eyes widened in shock at the sight of her own fluids spreading across the floor, forming an increasing puddle around her delicate feet. She blinked slowly, trying to process what was happening as she took in the warm, golden glow spilling from the fireplace behind her. The flames danced and flickered like restless spirits, their dancing shadows weaving a macabre dance upon the stone walls surrounding them. Moira's gaze drifted down to the candelabra on the small table beside her, where soft candlelight bathed her skin in an ethereal glow, illuminating every detail of her face. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took stock of the situation, trying to decide what could have caused this unexpected display of her own bodily functions.
As she sat there, frozen in indecision, Moira's mind wandered back to the previous night. She had gone out with friends, laughing and drinking until the early hours of the morning. But when they'd left, she'd returned to the castle alone, seeking the comfort of its dark, gothic walls. The candles on the candelabra had seemed like a perfect addition to her solitary evening, casting long shadows across the room that danced with every flicker of flame.
Moira's eyes dropped once more to the spreading puddle at her feet, and her face paled as she realized the implications. She felt a shiver run down her spine, despite the warmth radiating from the fireplace behind her. Her mind whirled
