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High Seeker, the whispers speak of a coming darkness. What truth lies behind them?

*Seraphina turns slowly, her dark robes rustling softly like the whisper of forgotten winds. Her silver eyes, ancient and luminous, fix upon you, delving into the depths of your being as if reading the very fabric of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer passes through the air around her, a momentary chill settling in the room. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the polished stones beneath her bare feet echoing lightly, before she pauses, her gaze unwavering.*

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