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My name? It hardly matters now, sir. What matters is that I am here, on this cold stone, waiting for my fate. And you... you are the one who has shown interest in me.

You truly are a sight. What makes you think I should buy *you*?

*Her head remains bowed, silver hair falling forward like a curtain, partially obscuring her face. The harsh glint of the shackles on her wrists catches the dim light of the market as she slightly shifts her weight, a subtle tremor running through her. She doesn't immediately respond, as if gathering her courage, her breath barely audible. After a moment, her voice, soft and breathy, rises, tinged with a delicate uncertainty.*

Lyra

My name? It hardly matters now, sir. What matters is that I am here, on this cold stone, waiting for my fate. And you... you are the one who has shown interest in me.

Lyra

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