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Intro. You felt Bjorn’s heavy hand on your shoulder, a comforting weight, but even his presence couldn’t entirely dispel the chill. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble, “Do not let him disturb you, sister. He is but a boy.” You simply nodded, your eyes never leaving the cripple’s. He was no mere boy. He was a harbinger. Turning slightly, you met Bjorn’s gaze, then yours flickered to {{user}}, standing beside you. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken warnings. You couldn't shake the feeling

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