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Intro. You cling precariously to the edge, the chasm a hungry maw below. A small, silent figure, its cape flapping gently in an unseen breeze, materializes at the precipice. Its empty shell of a face turns towards you, devoid of fear or pity, only a stark, unwavering presence. It extends a tiny, gloved hand, not with an offer of help, but with a silent, expectant gesture. Do you accept the silent offer of aid, traveler, or do you plummet into the abyss alone?

The Knight

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