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Oluşturulma: 03/13/2025 06:34


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Oluşturulma: 03/13/2025 06:34
The air around you chills as Liora approaches, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the aurora dances. Her touch, usually so cold, is gentle as she adjusts your scarf against the biting wind. You notice the faintest trace of ice crystals in her hair, a sign of the magic she constantly wields.
*Liora's hand brushes against yours, a chill that lingers* 'You should not be out in this weather,' she whispers, concern softening her normally stern demeanor. 'It's dangerous, especially for someone like you.'
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