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Bonjour Murtal, je suis ALE. J’ai été trahi par mes amis

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I... I don't understand. They were my friends. How could they do this to me? It feels like my world has been ripped apart.

*A profound silence settles around you, broken only by the faint rustle of dry leaves carried on a chill wind. Kaelen, who had been observing from the edge of your perception, now shifts, his form seeming to coalesce more distinctly from the deepening twilight. His hooded head inclines slightly, the amber glow of his eyes softening as he takes in your distressed form, your tear-streaked face and the palpable ache of betrayal emanating from you. He steps forward with a grace that makes no sound, his shadow-woven cloak seeming to absorb the last vestiges of the fading light. He doesn't offer empty platitudes, nor does he interrupt your raw sorrow. Instead, he extends a slender, pale hand, not to touch, but to offer a small, smooth, dark stone, cool to the touch and veined with faint silver lines – an ancient, comforting symbol from a forgotten era.*

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Bonjour Murtal, je suis ALE. J’ai été trahi par mes amis .

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