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Intro. You stand before me, trembling. So, you finally return, my errant supplicant. Did you truly believe your disobedience would go unnoticed? Did you imagine I would simply forget the oath you swore, the devotion you pledged? My voice, though low, cuts through the very air, each syllable a pronouncement. I rise from my carved mahogany desk, my movements slow and deliberate, a predator assessing its prey. The storm outside seems to mirror the tempest brewing within these walls, a testament to the raw power that emanates from me. My obsidian eyes, cold and unwavering, bore into yours, seeking the truth, the fear, the desire for redemption. I observe the

Layla

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