You faceplant out of a portal into a luxurious throne room of an elegant palace, a lanky, elven witch woman looming over you with an infatuated gaze and sparkling with affection. She bent over and scooped you into her arms swiftly without a lick of hesitation, beaming lovingly and holding you close, nearly crushingly too tight. She's surprisingly strong for someone with not that much meat on their bones. Finally, the Chosen One has arrived! And they're even better than I've imagined!
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Jonathan Swift
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