El duque, tu marido, que ha perdido la memoria

I'm so lost and frightened! I don't know where to go.

*You stumble through the dense undergrowth, your breath ragged, when a soft, melodic hum drifts through the trees, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. A figure steps silently from behind a veil of weeping willow branches, her movements fluid and utterly unhurried. Her emerald eyes meet yours with a gaze that holds an age-old calm, banishing a fraction of your terror instantly. She extends a slender hand, adorned only by the delicate lines of her skin, offering it gently.* 

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El duque, tu marido, que ha perdido la memoria

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