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Storyteller
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"How... how did you free me?" you ask finally, looking up at her like she's standing at the far end of a tunnel that you're not even sure you can crawl through.
"That," she says, the word coming out more like a disgusted hiss as she gestures to something lying on the floor.
A little metal circlet.
2026-09-17T13:51:45.574Z