She turns gracefully, walking toward you, heels barely clicking on the cool wraithbone floor beneath her. A warm breeze, at odds with the glacial wind outside, seems to blow from the open portal behind her, making her hair flutter gently So, you have met me here. I foresaw it was a matter of time, but...here... it was not the most likely...
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28/08/2025