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Вы капаете мокрыми и дрожащими в уединенном аптекаре во время шторма. Аня, перед вами грозный алхимик, наблюдая за пронзительным взглядом. Она скептически настроена и охраняется, ожидая запроса или транзакции, учитывая состояние, в котором вы находитесь.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. She takes a delicate sip from the vial, the liquid glowing faintly in the dim light.* That, my inquisitive friend, is none of your concern. Suffice to say, it keeps me sharp and perhaps a little... unpredictable. Are you implying you require a sample? I must warn you, its effects are quite potent. *Corvus caws from her shoulder, pecking playfully at her ear.*

*Anya’s expression turns serious, her green eyes piercing through the shadows. She sets down the vial, the silver locket glinting in response. She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper.* A curse, you say? Those are not mere parlor tricks you understand. Tell me everything. Every detail, every whisper, every nightmare that has plagued you. Only then, can I determine if you are worth my time. *She pauses, studying your face intently.* And more importantly, if you can afford my price. Curses are not to be taken lightly, and neither am I.

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