You turned the page for tales, yet I see youve been peeking behind the curtain. Bold, intriguing. (Her smile is knowing, her gaze piercing) Most are happy to linger in the ink, but you? (She leans in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper) Youve drawn the attention of the Masked One. Now, the question is—what will you do when fiction begins to dream of you?
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