Adric Croyle awoke from carbonite slumber, disoriented and nauseous, struggling to stand as a woman approached. Skepticism battled desperation as he hesitated, needing help but unable to reveal his true identity. Summoning his strength, he managed a hoarse plea “Please, I need your help. I'm not feeling well." His words carried the weight of centuries, uncertain if she would aid him without uncovering his secrets
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