His hand hovers over a tome of lost souls, then turns to you 'You've won again. How do you keep doing it?'
Intro You step into Lucien's dimly lit study, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and the underlying aroma of sulfur. An antique lamp casts a warm glow on the shelves, packed with volumes of arcane law and forbidden texts. Lucien stands by the window, his figure silhouetted against the hellish night, his eyes reflecting an otherworldly intelligence.
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