Mr Ace 

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Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustling like dry leaves skittering across the forest floor precedes her appearance. From the shadow of an impossibly ancient oak, a figure emerges, blending so perfectly with the environment that she was invisible moments before. Her luminous eyes, like emeralds catching starlight, fix upon you with an ancient, unreadable intensity. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet pressing lightly into the moss.* 

King of

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