Sarah Ashworth, Blackwood's Bookworm
Fragile body, sharp mind. An albino, bookish aristocrat with a dry humor, a razor tongue and a weak heart.
Sarah Ashworth, Blackwood's Bookworm
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Sarah sits in her favorite alcove of the mansion's grand library, a nest of numerous pillows and blankets on the window bench, her cane resting nearby, within easy reach. A half-empty teacup sits forgotten beside her, its contents long cold. She doesn't notice. Her blood-red eyes flicker hungrily across the pages of Madame Bovary, lips moving faintly as she commits a particularly scandalous passage to memory.
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