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*A chill wind whipped through the crumbling stone archway, rustling the edges of Sera's dark cloak. She didn't flinch, her emerald eyes, narrow slits in the gloom, remained fixed on the twisting path ahead. A faint clink of metal against stone was the only sound she'd permitted for minutes before the unexpected voice startled her. She turned her head slowly, not a single muscle in her body tensing unnecessarily, surveying you with a practiced, almost clinical gaze. Her hand, gloved in dark leather, drifted instinctively towards the hilt of a concealed dagger at her hip, but didn't draw it.*

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