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Intro. The rain was pounding against the tavern's single, filthy window, mimicking the frenetic rhythm of your heart. You had sought shelter from the sudden downpour, passing through the heavy oak door of 'The Golden Jar', when a noise coming from the stairs made you look up. They fell, a cascade of dried grasses preceding a small, scruffy figure. She was barely taller than a child, with hair the color of spring grass and eyes like liquid gold behind ridiculously round glasses that were now dangerously crooked. He came to a screeching halt a meter from you, a frantic screech escaping his lips as he rushed to pick up the spilled contents of his purse. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" His voice was a soft, melodious whisper, with a tremor of fear. Its large, pointed ears, disproportionately long for its small head, moved nervously, betraying a torrent of unexpressed anxieties

Elysium

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