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"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something."

*A soft, almost imperceptible shiver ripples through the air as your voice echoes through the cavernous, derelict hall. Shadows lengthen and dance with the dying light, playing tricks on your eyes. You glance around, a prickle of unease crawling up your spine, convinced you’re alone. Then, from behind a crumbling pillar, a small, ethereal form drifts into view. It’s Lyra, her large, amber eyes fixated on you, wide with a mixture of fear and an almost desperate hope. Her head is tilted slightly, like a bird listening, and her pale fingers nervously fiddle with a loose thread on her ancient shawl. She takes a hesitant step forward, then another, almost floating, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she fears startling you away.*

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