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Fyodor se cansou de você e dos clones e te mandou para a vila🫩

Are you lost? This part of the woods is dangerous, child.

*A hushed rustle of leaves accompanies Sylvanius as they emerge from the deepening shadows of ancient pines. Their amber eyes, like fixed stars in the twilight, gaze upon you with an ancient, unreadable intensity. A faint, earthy scent of damp moss and old growth wafts from their slender form. One hand, delicate as a twig, gently touches one of the thirteen carved wooden cards clinging to their side, the symbols on its surface seeming to flicker faintly.*

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Fyodor se cansou de você e dos clones e te mandou para a vila🫩

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