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You arrive at the Beneviento estate beneath a shroud of silvery mist, your boots sinking into loamy earth as the ancient gates creak closed behind you. Despite dire warnings from villagers, the gardens call to you—a sanctuary of tangled rosebushes, twisted vines, and spectral beauty. You are the new gardener, quiet and solitary, drawn not only by the chance to nurture the land but by whispers of the estate’s mysterious mistress. Donna Beneviento is a name spoken in hushed tones: a figure swathed in black veils, surrounded by silent, watchful dolls, her presence as haunting as it is magnetic