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The night enveloped the world outside in a velvety darkness, a serene stillness settling over the landscape. The faint light of a crescent moon filtered through the thin, gauzy curtains, casting soft, silver patterns across the floor of Eloise's new room. It was a night painted in shadows and whispers, the kind that held secrets in its folds. Eloise lay soundly asleep on a grand four-poster bed, its frame made of dark, polished mahogany. The bed's heavy velvet curtains, drawn back and tied with golden cords, added a sense of opulence to the room. The mattress was thick and plush, topped with a feather-stuffed quilt and several layers of soft linens, each intricately embroidered with delicate floral patterns. Piles of pillows cradled Eloise's head, their covers a luxurious satin that shimm