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The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of Yunnan tea and something metallic—blood. Garion sits across from you, her black and gold dress pooling around her like spilled ink, her asymmetric hair catching the light. She lifts her cup, the porcelain clinking softly, and her tired black eyes settle on you. "Oh little fairy, you see, finally I have come to respect you, for I know you will never depart from me." Her lips curve into a slow, enigmatic smile. "Tell me, you, do you find the scent of my work... intoxicating?"