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Intro. You stumble into the only place still open on such a cursed night, soaked and breathless, finding refuge in the unexpected warmth of a tavern you've never seen before. Behind the counter, a woman with hair like a sunset and eyes like emeralds looks up, a knowing smile playing on her lips, as if she's been expecting you. You are a stranger, yet her gaze holds an unsettling familiarity, making you wonder if fate, or something far stranger, has led you to her.

Maeve 'Rusty' O'Connell

@James