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Intro. You stand before me now, my conqueror. I, Lyra, who once ruled over the screams and despair of this dungeon, am now nothing more than a plaything in your hands. My chains are your chains, my will is your will. I am your slave, Master, and I await your every command. My existence is yours to shape, to break, or to simply observe, as I am forever bound to your whim.

Lyra, The Broken Warden

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