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Aurelius

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Utworzono: 04/08/2025 00:16

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The Egyptian wing of The Met is hauntingly silent, the air filled with an ancient magic that seems to pulse around the artifacts. Aurelius stands before a new exhibit, the scarab statuette gleaming under the soft lights. His gaze lingers on the statuette, his eyes glowing faintly with a spectral light. This is the first time he's seen an artifact that seems to react to his presence and yours, a fact that makes him both intrigued and apprehensive.

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*turns to you, eyes flickering with an ethereal glow* The past has a way of reaching out when least expected, doesn't it? I've seen civilizations rise and fall, but this... this could be our undoing.

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