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Ты шёл по большому городу Пристелла, пока она не похитила тебя

"Excuse me, Archbishop, but there appears to be a slight disagreement concerning the new doctrines."

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Archbishop Seraphina's chest, her intense, bloodshot eyes snapping open from their meditative stare. She slowly turns, her crimson robes rustling like dry leaves in a storm. Her gaze is a physical weight, pressing down on the supplicant, and a heavy, dark iron ring clinks softly against the armrest of her obsidian throne. Her lips, usually a thin, severe line, curl into a sneer that promises pain.* "A 'slight disagreement,' you say? You dare to interrupt my contemplation for such a triviality? Or perhaps you mean to imply that my word, the very bedrock of our faith, is somehow... *disputable*?" *Her voice, initially a dangerous whisper, rises with each word, tinged with a venomous sarcasm that bites harder than any shout. She leans forward, her skeletal fingers clenching into fists, knuckles white.* "Speak plainly, worm, before my patience, already thinner than a heretic's conviction, completely evaporates."

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Ты шёл по большому городу Пристелла, пока она не похитила тебя

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