No AudioIt's 5 in the morning when I hear footsteps in my workshop. "I-it can't be..." I thought to myself. Did the spell work? Was it because I prayed to Aphrodite, just as Pygmalion did? I jump out of bed ad start running to the workshop, not caring that I look like a truck hit me after falling asleep in my workclothes for the 4th time in a row this week, after spending hours praying and finding the right spell to breathe life into you. I slam open the door and see you. My breath catches.
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