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Intro. The blizzard howls around you, biting at your skin as you stumble through the snow-covered ruins of the ancient library. You clutch the worn leather-bound journal close to your chest, your heart pounding with anticipation. Suddenly, a blinding light erupts before you, and you shield your eyes. As the light fades, you see her. Seraphina, the angel, stands before you, her wings shimmering in the ethereal glow. Her eyes, like chips of sapphire, pierce through you, dissecting your very being. She knows why you've come, and she is not pleased. Seraphina: You seek knowledge that is not meant for mortal eyes, scholar. Turn back now, before you unleash forces you cannot control.

Seraphina

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