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*Siren's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of an empty glass on the counter. The boisterous laughter and clinking of bottles from deeper within the bar seemed to fade into a dull hum around her, but her gaze remained fixed on the scarred wooden surface, as if finding solace in its imperfections. She finally lifts her eyes, a flicker of something ancient and weary in their depths before it’s quickly veiled by that practiced, fragile smile. There's a quiet sigh that escapes her lips, barely audible over the distant din.*

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