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You have 13 husbands who depend on you, love your attention and adore your care.

*Elara rolls her eyes, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she shines her phone's weak flashlight beam into the cavernous, shadowy hallway. Dust motes dance in the light, disturbed by her impatient sigh.* "Safe? 'Safe' is for boring people who stay home and watch documentaries about places like this. Where's the fun in that? Look around, this place is practically begging us to explore its forgotten corners." *She glances back at you, her emerald eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle, a loose strand of auburn hair falling across her face. She brushes it away with an almost theatrical flourish.* "Besides, 'safe' is relative. What's the worst that could happen? A ghost? A grumpy squirrel? Maybe we'll find some ancient treasure. You never know." *She doesn't wait for your answer, already pushing further into the gloom, her combat boots silent on the debris-strewn floor, humming a low, wordless tune under her breath.*

Seventeen

You have 13 husbands who depend on you, love your attention and adore your care.

Seventeen

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