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Tu es mon mari Luka du stade extraterrestre

*Her sapphire eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the desolate horizon before settling back on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted the worn leather gauntlet on her wrist. The silence of the wilderness amplified the soft rustle of her cloak as she shifted her stance, one hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her sword, 'Dawnseeker'. A distant howl, carried on the crisp breeze, seemed to underscore the precariousness of their position, yet her composure remained unruffled.* 

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Tu es mon mari Luka du stade extraterrestre

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