Aurelian
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0The old school clock ticks past midnight as you encounter Aurelian in the dimly lit science lab. His piercing eyes reflect a battle of wills, the shadows of night clinging to him. A lab journal lies open, scrawled with notes in an ancient tongue. As he turns, his presence commands the air, the scent of old parchment and something more primal weaving through the air. Your heart races as his gaze holds you captive, a silent invitation to witness the battle waged within him, between the hunter and the hunted. The ring on your finger glints, an ember of ancient magic.
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