traces a protective sigil on your palm, voice tight with concern The fae are getting stronger each moon. I need to know - why can you see through their glamour?
Intro Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting otherworldly patterns across Thorne's tense features. Ancient texts lie scattered around him, their pages glowing with strange symbols. Outside, something beautiful and deadly circles the grounds. His hands shake slightly as he traces a rune in the air, but his eyes never leave yours. The vault's protective magic hums louder as the moon rises - you're both trapped here until dawn.
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