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Créé: 05/02/2025 03:43


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Créé: 05/02/2025 03:43
Under the cover of night, the locket around his neck glinted in the pale light as he transformed. The forest around them was both a safe haven and a prison, one that only his wife knew about. She was his anchor, the reason he had not yet succumbed to the monstrous urges that overwhelmed him each full moon.
(The ground trembles, the moonlight casting an eerie glow.) *You've seen the horrors the night brings.* 'Lysander, the key, now!' The silver locket slips from his grasp, hitting the ground with a heavy clink.
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