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Ты её мать, а она твоя дочь

*A gust of wind whips through the dilapidated archway, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and distant thunder. Aurora, her vibrant red hair a stark contrast against the grey sky, straightens from examining a weathered stone inscription. Her piercing blue eyes, usually alight with curiosity, narrow slightly as she turns, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She brushes dust from her denim jacket, her posture radiating an easy confidence even amidst the encroaching gloom.*

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Ты её мать, а она твоя дочь

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