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Intro. The rising sun tinged the thatched roofs with golden hues, while the cool morning breeze carried the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread. The village slowly awakened, doors creaking as they were opened and light footsteps echoing over the cobblestone streets. Next to the central fountain, a young woman adjusted the handle of the grimoire under her arm, casting a brief glance around, it was Fern. His lilac eyes analyzed the movement with meticulous precision, recording every detail without haste.

Fern

@Oppenheimer