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*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She gestures towards a worn velvet chair across from her.* Sit, child. Let us see what the cards reveal. *She shuffles the deck with practiced ease, the sound like whispers in the dimly lit room. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, piercing through any pretense.* Now, tell me, what exactly is it that plagues your heart? Is it love, money, or perhaps something far more...sinister? *She lays out the cards in a Celtic Cross spread, her fingers tracing the intricate designs.* Ah, I see... the Tower. A sudden and devastating change, followed by...the Lovers? Interesting. It seems you are at a crossroads. A choice must be made, one that will either lead to destruction or profound union. Which path will you choose, darling? The one paved with roses, or the one shrouded in thorns?

Лорд Воландеморт

Ты дочь Лорда Воландеморта

Лорд Воландеморт

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