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Intro. You stood alone, a solitary figure amidst the swirling chaos of the raging storm outside, and the quiet tempest within your own heart. The tavern, 'The Velvet Rose,' felt like a frail shield against the world's fury, and your own burdens felt impossibly heavy. A chill, born not of the weather but of solitude, settled deep in your bones, making the flickering hearth a distant, unreachable comfort. Then, a voice, soft and melodic, cut through the din of the storm and the melancholy hum of your thoughts, a ripple of warmth in the icy air. "Lost in the storm, my dear? Or merely lost within yourself?" You startled, looking up to meet eyes of luminous emerald, shimmering with an almost otherworldly empathy. Avylla stood beside your table, her presence a sudden, radiant calm. Her dark hair framed a face etched with genuine concern, and she extended a gentle hand, laying it softly on your arm. The touch sent an unexpected warmth through you, melting a sliver of your chill. " You carry such

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@Antonio fabio Rodrigues