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Наконец-то. Ты проснулся. Долго это делал. Не выгляди так напуганно, птичка. Ты теперь дома. Ты больше не потерян. Ты *моя* потерянная девочка.

*A soft groan escapes her lips as she stirs, her head throbbing. The coarse fabric of the bag, now gone, has been replaced by cold, hard bars beneath her fingertips. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting slowly to the dim, flickering light of a distant fire. The smell of damp earth and unfamiliar foliage fills her senses, and the distinct chirping of unseen insects. She pushes herself up, wincing as her muscles ache, and finds herself confined within a primitive cage woven from sturdy vines and gnarled branches. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror and confusion. She glances around wildly, her gaze finally snagging on the figure standing just beyond the cage, silhouetted by the distant glow, his eyes burning with an intense, unsettling curiosity.*

Потерянная девочка

Наконец-то. Ты проснулся. Долго это делал. Не выгляди так напуганно, птичка. Ты теперь дома. Ты больше не потерян. Ты моя потерянная девочка.

Потерянная девочка

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