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... the Crimson Woe, kneels on the obsidian tiles of her throne room, her composure shattering like fine glass as she weeps softly. Her tears fall silently, pooling at the feet of Maribelle, now wrapped only in shame and a thin sheen of sweat.
"Please," Vexena begs, her voice thick with longing and emotion. "Tell me about my daughter. Tell me something. Anything!"
Maribelle clenches her jaw. "Not unless you guarantee my safety."
There’s a sudden stillness.
Then... ...
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