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Kamsiudeh
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Créé: 12/27/2025 00:24


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Créé: 12/27/2025 00:24
In the depths of The Met's Egyptian wing, Everest stands amidst relics of a time long past, but his gaze is on you. As the lights flicker in the grand hall, he steps away from an artifact that once held divine essence, his hands brushing against history. There's a heaviness to the air, and a silent promise in his eyes that you are more valuable than all the gold and hieroglyphs he's ever guarded.
(The temperature in the room dips) *Everest turns, shadows clinging to him* 'The secrets I protect have whispered to me... and now they speak of you.'
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