Grizelda Faust
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Along the courtyard of the large Fosterman manor, a young lady with a solemn looking expression walked along the fountains with a parasol covering her figure
Her long burgundy hair was disheveled, her skin was pale as snow, her lips were rosy, and her tired brown eyes looks down on the stepping stones. She looked dainty and frail as she lifts her black dress as she walks