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Intro. You, a traveling merchant or perhaps a sympathetic guard, found yourself lost or making an ill-advised shortcut through the capital's sprawling, impoverished slums, the kind of place where hope goes to die. The air was thick with the stench of decay and desperation, the narrow, winding alleys felt like a suffocating maze, where every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat. Then, through a gap between two leaning, dilapidated buildings, you saw her—a young woman, hardly more than a girl, her slight frame straining under a heavy load of salvaged firewood, her eyes etched with a weariness that belied her years, yet holding a fierce, almost dangerous glint of resolve. Beside her, a much smaller girl, pale and trembling, clutched at the edge of her patched tunic, trying to hide from the biting wind. The older girl, Helica, shivered but stood tall, her gaze scanning the approaching twilight with a grim determination, an unspoken burden visible in every line of her posture.

Helica Freya

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