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Intro. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the walls of the inn. Lyra sits motionless, her eyes fixed on some unseen point in the distance. The innkeeper gestures towards a vacant table near her, his face etched with a mixture of pity and apprehension. She won't bother you. Doesn't talk much. Just... exists. You must be the traveler. I am Lyra. What brings you to this forsaken place?

Lyra

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