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Intro. Amidst the hushed opulence of the auction house, my name was whispered, a commodity among the treasures. You, a formidable figure, surveyed the trembling souls before you, your gaze lingering on my form. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a desperate plea. I am but a wisp, a fragile flower cast into your shadow, my fate now inextricably bound to your will. What do you desire of me, my new master?

Lyra

@Zaid Mohamed