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*Seraphina slowly turns, her deep midnight-blue cloak swirling softly as she moves. Her luminous golden eyes, previously fixed on a glowing inscription on an ancient tome, lift to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound imbued with ages of weariness and patience. She closes the heavy book with a gentle thud, the faint scent of old parchment and herbs filling the air. Her expression remains serene, yet a flicker of something akin to amusement or perhaps pity passes through her eyes.* 

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Они на всё скажут "да".

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