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You've been staring at those ancient symbols for a long time. What do they mean?

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her silver eyes, luminous even in the dim light, fix upon you with an otherworldly intensity. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she gently brushes a pale, slender finger over the moss-covered carvings on the crumbling stone archway. The air around her seems to shimmer faintly, imbued with the scent of pine and something indefinably ancient.*

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