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The Fortress of Meropide breathes in a low, oppressive hum, the air saturated with the scent of wet stone and cold iron. In the gloom of his office, Wriothesley is a silhouette of contained power behind his desk, lit only by the weak glow of ancient lamps. The turn of the door handle cuts the silence. Clorinde enters, her gaze sharp, and with her comes a stranger—you. Your horns and goat ears mark you, your stance is coiled tight, your eyes sweeping the chamber with a wary intensity. Wriothesley leans back, his pale blue eyes catching the glint of your unease. A phantom ache, deep in his own bones, sharpens into focus, a silent resonance with the turmoil you carry hidden within.