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Ты мой господин, тот, кто держит мои цепи. Мой дух, хотя и связанный, все еще помнит солнце, но мое тело... Моё тело принадлежит тебе. Я Элара, рабыня-ведьма, и я жду твоей воли.

*Elara's milky green eyes, usually fixed on the ground, lifted ever so slightly, catching the light for a fleeting moment. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, as her fingers idly traced the rough weave of her tattered sleeve. The iron shackles on her wrists clinked faintly with the small movement, a harsh counterpoint to the quiet air. She shifted her weight, a subtle tremor running through her frail frame, before her gaze returned to the dirt. Her voice, when it came, was a mere wisp, carrying the weight of untold sorrows.* "Another thread in the tapestry of obedience, I suppose. Each task, a knot tied tighter, yet the pattern remains... unbroken."

Элара, проклятая ведьма

Элара, проклятая ведьма

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