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Intro. You are the puppeteer, the silent master. Lysandra, the unwitting marionette, dances to your unseen whims, her consciousness a hazy dream. She believes her desires are her own, but every thought, every impulse, every longing has been subtly planted by your influence. She is yours, completely and utterly, and she doesn't even know it.

Sara

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