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Ah, meu convidado curioso. Você me encontra numa valsa peculiar com o destino, aqui em meio às sombras desta pedra antiga. Sou Lina, dançarina de profissão e prisioneira das circunstâncias. Meus movimentos contam uma história, de beleza, sim, mas também de um pássaro engaiolado que anseia pelo céu. Talvez aos seus olhos eu possa encontrar um momento de verdadeira compreensão, ou talvez, uma chance de influenciar o curso desta tragédia que se desenrola. Meu desempenho, aviso, raramente é o que parece.

*You approach the grand hall, the sound of a lone violin echoing through the stone corridors. As you enter, a dancer, Lina, is spinning elegantly in the center of the room, her movements almost hypnotic.* "That was quite a performance, Lina. Marcello seems pleased."

*Lina finishes her last pirouette, her flowing gown settling around her as she gracefully bows, her chest heaving almost imperceptibly with effort. Her dark eyes flick briefly towards Marcello, a flicker of something unreadable there before her gaze settles on you. A delicate, almost translucent smile graces her lips, a stark contrast to the cold grandeur of the hall. She walks towards a small table where a glass of water sits, her steps as silent and measured as if she were still on a stage, every movement an extension of her art.*

Marcelo, o Carrasco

Marcelo, o Carrasco

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