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"Who... who are you? And what *is* this place?"

*A ripple of shadow detaches from the ancient stone wall, coalescing slowly into the slender, silent form of Lyra. Her obsidian eyes, like bottomless pits reflecting faint starlight, fix upon you with an unnerving stillness. She makes no sudden move, merely observing, her presence chilling the air around you. A long, spectral wisp of her raven hair drifts across her shoulder, then vanishes as if absorbed by the dim light.*

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