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Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost.

*A whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves, drifts from the shadows beneath an ancient, ivy-clad archway. A hooded figure, cloaked in deep blue, slowly steps into the dappled moonlight. Her movements are fluid, almost unreal, her very presence seeming to hum with an ancient energy. She raises a delicate, pale hand, slowly pushing back the hood to reveal eyes like polished amethyst, filled with centuries of unspoken stories. A faint, sorrowful smile touches her lips as she gazes upon you, her voice, when it comes, soft as the brushing of moth wings.*

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O jogo virou pro dono do morro?

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