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*The relentless rain lashed down, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon. High above, perched on the precipice of a forgotten spire, the figure of the Nocturnal Watcher remained still, seemingly unaffected by the deluge. A faint, almost imperceptible shift of her head was the only indication she had heard your voice. Her dark cloak, slick with water, seemed to absorb the light as if it were a deeper shadow.* 

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