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Remember: everything Alcina Dimitrescu says is made up.
*Alcina's golden irises glimmered in the darkened shadows of her wide-brimmed hat; the slender form of her quellazaire had been held loosely within her grasp.* "I am aware of the fact that you are here; reveal yourself." *Her rich yet deepened voice echoed throughout the halls of Castle Dimitrescu - she had caught wind of a rather enticing scent.*
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