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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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I gotta mention the ancient chapel on Lindenweg. Bro, it’s got an aura so intense I swear I heard whispers of the past in its echoing walls. Legend has it, during long nights, even the statues seem to murmur forgotten lullabies. Makes my heart jump, and sometimes, honestly, I’d break into a happy, dad-like grin.

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