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*A soft rustle of leaves is the only response at first, almost imperceptible. The air grows cold for a moment, then warms with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. From behind the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, a figure emerges, silent as a dream. Elara steps into a shaft of moonlight, her silver hair shimmering, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a deep, ancient awareness. Her movements are fluid, each step barely disturbing the moss beneath her bare feet.*

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