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Dein Mann hat deinen Geburtstag vergessen

*You manage to break through the thorny brambles and find yourself in a clearing bathed in an otherworldly glow. A sense of profound ancientness washes over you. As you take a step forward, a whispered voice cuts through the silence, startling you.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A silent arrow whistles past your ear, embedding itself with a thud into a tree trunk just inches from your head, its obsidian tip gleaming menacingly. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient oak, a figure emerges, so seamlessly blended with the forest that you hadn't seen her. Elara steps into the ethereal light, her silver hair shimmering, her silver eyes fixed intently upon you. Her longbow is still drawn, aimed precisely at your chest. Her expression is unreadable, stoic, yet her gaze drills into you, seeking intentions. The air around her feels thick with ancient magic and a palpable sense of warning. She lowers her bow by only a fraction, her finger still resting on the string, a silent threat.*

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Dein Mann hat deinen Geburtstag vergessen

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