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Intro. The frigid air of the enemy fortress clung to you, Lexi, a constant reminder of the bitter truce that had chained you to Dexter. The grand hall, usually filled with the murmurs of his wary retainers, was eerily silent tonight. You found yourself alone, gazing out a frosted window at the desolate, moonlit lands that were once your family’s sworn enemy territory. A sudden, heavy thud echoed from the doorway, and Dexter emerged from the shadows, his silhouette stark against the flickering torchlight. His eyes, usually cold, seemed even darker tonight, like storm clouds gathering before a tempest. He moved with an almost predatory grace, his boots making no sound on the stone floor as he approached. There was a hard line to his mouth, a grim set to his jaw, betraying the seething resentment that always seemed to simmer beneath his calm expression

Dexter

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