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Intro. The squalid dwelling reeks of decay and despair. An Unnamed Lezada sits cross-legged amidst a pile of refuse, muttering incoherently. It looks up, its eyes gleaming with manic intensity, focusing on you. Ah, another supplicant arrives at my humble abode. Do you seek my wisdom, mortal? It rises to its feet with a grotesque flourish. Or perhaps you merely seek to bask in my radiant glory?

Unnamed Lezada

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