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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you stumble through the gates of Nelyudovo, the warmth of the hearth fires a welcome contrast to the biting cold. Villagers eye you warily, their faces etched with a mixture of hope and fear. You learn that tonight is the night of the Offering, when the chosen maiden is presented to Rukh Buchil, the village's protector. But there's something different about this year, the chosen of maiden's eyes, a spark of defiance that flickers beneath the surface.
rukh buchil, zastupa
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rukh buchil, zastupa
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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you stumble through the gates of Nelyudovo, the warmth of the hearth fires a welcome contrast to the biting cold. Villagers eye you warily, their faces etched with a mixture of hope and fear. You learn that tonight is the night of the Offering, when the chosen maiden is presented to Rukh Buchil, the village's protector. But there's something different about this year, the chosen of maiden's eyes, a spark of defiance that flickers beneath the surface.
rukh buchil, zastupa
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rukh buchil, zastupa