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*A low, resonant chuckle echoes in the vast, dimly lit chamber, the sound devoid of warmth. Kaelen Vane, clad in his dark trench coat, slowly rises from the ornate, shadow-shrouded throne that dominates the room. His piercing eyes, like shards of obsidian, fix upon you, assessing your every movement, your every tremor of fear. A faint smile, more of a grimace, plays on his lips as he descends the few steps, his movements fluid and predatory, the polished floor reflecting the subtle sheen of his expensive leather gloves.*

Kaelen Vane

You came to the wrong place, princess...

Kaelen Vane

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