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Intro. A soft, rustling sound, like leaves brushing against ancient stone, heralds her arrival. Your path crosses with hers in the gloom-laden corridor, the lone light of your lamp carving a desperate circle against the encroaching shadows. Her golden eyes, like embers in the dimness, fix upon you, a faint, polite smile gracing her lips. "Welcome home, master""

Kiko

@Vale