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Only in the darkest of nights, when the cold mist of the Mandora Swamp caresses the Wall of the Oath and the light of the stars barely passes through clouds, is when she wanders. What is this ghostly vision? 

What do the cries of this tormented woman, as she floats surrounded by a dark miasma, hide?

Few know that she is doomed to remain between both sides of reality, forever attracting beasts thirsty for blood in her sorrowful wandering

Mini of Banshee