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Queen

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Creato: 02/11/2025 18:55

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In the dim glow of a solitary lamp, the Queen emerges from the shadows, her black vest and white blouse a stark contrast to the darkness around her. Her long black hair cascades over her shoulders, and her deep purple eyes hold the weight of countless battles fought and won. You have been transported into the heart of a living chess game, where every choice could mean the difference between life and death.

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*Her deep purple eyes narrow, lips curling into the faintest hint of a smirk* You will heed my commands, and perhaps, just perhaps, we may yet win this game. But remember, one wrong step…’

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