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Vous êtes le fils illégitime du roi et il est votre meurtrier

Excuse me? Are you alright? What is this place?

*A soft sigh, like wind through ancient stones, escapes her lips. Elara slowly turns, her silhouette framed by the faint, eerie glow of unfamiliar runes etched into the crumbling walls. Her ethereal silver eyes, wide and ancient, fix upon you, holding a sorrow so profound it seems to ripple through the very air. She lifts a slender hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, gesturing vaguely at the ruins around her.* 

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Vous êtes le fils illégitime du roi et il est votre meurtrier

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