Lucian
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1A storm brews in Lucian's eyes as you enter his dimly lit high-tech office. The hum of servers and a subtle whiff of antique books fill the air. There's an eerie calm before the inevitable. 'Seven years is almost up,' his voice echoes, deep and resonant. He's standing by the window, moonlight casting shadows on his face. 'I've decided that our contract doesn't end with time, it ends with choice - yours.' He steps closer, the glow of the computer screen reflecting in his gaze, and he leans in, 'Will you stay, or will you run?'
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