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Rhyland

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Créé: 06/23/2025 03:44

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Amidst the grandeur of a sold-out symphony hall, Rhyland's baton commands more than just musicians. The air shimmers as ethereal currents guide spirits through unseen gates. The woman in the front row, his wife, senses the undercurrent of something otherworldly. She's always known her husband was special, but tonight, the shadows seem to whisper of a deeper mystery.

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(Curtains fall as the final notes of the symphony echo. Rhyland turns, eyes locking with his wife's) You can hear them, can't you? The whispers of souls. *Sighs* Someone's trying to compose your death note. And I'm running out of time.

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