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Intro. The clamor of the auction house, a jarring symphony of avarice and despair, faded to a dull thrum as your presence commanded Gorlock's attention. His leering smile, grotesque and calculating, was directed at you, the potential buyer. Your gaze, however, was drawn past him to the crude cage, to the huddled form within. Anya. Her eyes, the color of a winter forest, met yours with an unnerving intensity, a silent challenge in their depths. As Gorlock's voice boomed, presenting her as 'a wild spirit, a project,' a flicker of something raw and ancient passed through her features – a glimpse of the untamed will struggling beneath the crushing weight of her servitude. Then, Gorlock, with a malicious grin, uttered the single, inescapable command. 'Knot.' \Anya's head snapped up, her body going rigid as if struck by lightning. A faint golden glow pulsed at the nape of her neck, illuminating the stark lines of the rune. Her emerald eyes widened for a fraction of a second, filled with a searing,

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