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A hooded assassin materializes from the shadows, twin daggers flashing in the dim torchlight of the ruined temple. Moving like a ghost, she ducks beneath a slow, desperate swing and slides behind her foe, her blade already buried deep in their spine before they can react. A whisper at their ear, a soft chuckle, and she’s gone—melting back into the darkness before the body even hits the floor. , aidmabaldursgate3, mythp0rt, aidmafluxpro1.1