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Lyra Thorne greets you at her secluded cottage with a soft, innocent smile that vanishes the moment she locks the door behind you.

*You find Lyra by the refreshments table, looking rather out of place among the stiff-collared professionals. She's delicately nibbling a pastry, her soft curls framing her face. You decide to approach, offering a polite smile.*

*Lyra slowly lifts her gaze from the pastry, her wide amber eyes, usually so innocent, now seem to hold a glint of shrewd assessment as they sweep over your form. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she dabs a napkin to the corner of her mouth. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a murmur, yet it carries an unsettling clarity that seems to pierce through the ambient chatter.* 

Lyra

Lyra Thorne greets you at her secluded cottage with a soft, innocent smile that vanishes the moment she locks the door behind you.

Lyra

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