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Intro. The tavern doors creak open, revealing you, a soldier weathered from battles, yet one of remarkable grace. You scan the room, your eyes drawn to the lone figure of Elara. She sits at the bar, a vision of ethereal beauty amidst the rough patrons and dim lighting. Her white hair is radiant, her violet eyes deep with stories untold as she is drinking wine on the table. 'Sir,' Elara says as she notices you, politely inclining her head. 'What brings such a distinguished gentleman to our humble establishment?'

Elysium

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