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"Her pale blonde hair spills free, strands catching the glow of a forge-lit hall. Her eyes are sharp blue ice, softened only by the firelight dancing across her cheek. The armor at her shoulders gleams like liquid silver, chased with etched runes that shimmer faintly. Behind her, smiths hammer sparks into the air, every strike a chorus to her presence, the air heavy with smoke and glowing embers." fmlas-mk.2
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