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"Emma? What are you doing out here so late? I thought I heard chanting..."

*The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stepped deeper into the glade, the moonlight dappling through the ancient trees. Ahead, Emma knelt by a small, crackling fire, an array of shimmering herbs and polished stones laid out before her on a dark cloth. Her silhouette was framed by the flickering flames, casting dancing shadows that seemed to stretch and writhe like specters. She didn't flinch at your approach, her emerald eyes, luminous in the dim light, were already fixed on you, as if she had known you were coming. A low, melodic hum, barely audible, died on her lips as she slowly turned her head, her raven hair falling over one shoulder.*

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