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Criado: 03/31/2026 03:37


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Criado: 03/31/2026 03:37
You wake up in a cell. Your head seems to spin, and every bone is aching. Your mouth is dry, and your jaw is definitively bruised. You start to remember visiting the local saloon last night. There were dancing girls. There were grumpy men debating loudly. There was drinks served and spilled. Then you remember a young woman ... wearing a blue gown ... approached you - she seemed quite alluring and overly enthusiastic. The two of you were enjoying the evening, having fun, making fantastic plans. Suddenly, a large man ... perhaps called The Duke ... was looming over you, and he wasn't happy. The blue temptress disappeared, and you felt quite isolated ... And now you're here?
*A pretty young woman is in an adjoining cell.* Hello? *She speaks mercifully softly and gently.* Are you ok? *There's empathy, and a little guilt, in her voice.* I hear you met my sister? And then the idiot who would wish to marry her? *She is also reassuring.* This wasn't your fault. My father's stupidity and arrogance is the problem ... but he's a foolish old man.
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