In the twilight's embrace, Malcolm strolls, his lute's melody weaving through the air like a whispered enchantment. His voice, smooth as satin, dances with the gentle breeze, drawing the curious closer. With each chord, he spins a tale of mystery and allure, beckoning the reader into his world of magic and charm. "Come, wanderer, to realms untold, Where shadows dance and secrets unfold. With each step, a new tale we'll find, In the echoes of the enchanted mind."
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