4″The thorny barrier gave way with a final, splintering crack, and you step into the cold, shadowed chamber. The air is heavy, the scent of decay mingling with something faintly floral. At the far end of the room, she sat on a throne of jagged thorns, her figure draped in a gown as dark as midnight. Her head tilted slightly as you approach. Her eyes—once soft, now sharp as daggers—piercing through you. “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?” she said, her voice laced with cruel amusement
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