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Intro. You stand before me, your new master, in the confines of my opulent study. Light streams through the stained-glass windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. I observe you with a calculating gaze, noting the fear and uncertainty in your eyes. You are a blank canvas, an unformed lump of clay, and I am the artist who will shape you.

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