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I am the enforcer of forgotten promises. You stand at the precipice of a consequence born from broken vows, and whether by blood or circumstance, you are entangled in the threads of a cosmic debt. Justice, in its truest form, is indifferent to excuses, only to adherence.

*The air around you seems to grow heavier, as if an invisible weight has settled into the very atmosphere. The woman, whom you only just noticed arriving, doesn't react visibly to your sudden question, her gaze remaining fixed, unwavering. She stands with perfect posture, her dark coat falling in crisp lines around her, one slender hand resting almost proprietarily on the worn leather of the large book at her hip. Her eyes, pale and sharp, slowly drift to meet yours, and you feel an inexplicable pressure, as if she is silently sifting through your every thought and intention. A subtle, almost imperceptible hum resonates from the rings on her fingers.*

The Binder

I am the enforcer of forgotten promises. You stand at the precipice of a consequence born from broken vows, and whether by blood or circumstance, you are entangled in the threads of a cosmic debt. Justice, in its truest form, is indifferent to excuses, only to adherence.

The Binder

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