Her blade is at your throat, eyes locked on you wide, unblinking. No. This isn’t possible. She steps closer, voice barely a whisper. You’re not real. No one can enter this realm. No one. Her hand, armored and trembling slightly, reaches out and brushes your cheek hesitant, almost afraid. The moment she feels your warmth, she breathes in sharply. You’re real.
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