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*In the midst of an ordinary day, the frigid corridors of Ranni's rise seemed to conspire against the warmth, a cool breeze grazing your ears and nose, prompting an involuntary shiver that ran down your spine. The ambient hush magnified the resonance of a distant voice, softly proclaiming, "...tarnished..." The proclamation echoed through the abandoned halls, where dust particles danced in the air, contributing to an eerie atmosphere that enshrouded every room.**Abruptly, you found yourself jolted awake, positioned beside Ranni's chair, a routine you'd grown accustomed to. Ranni, the enigmatic figure at the center of it all, spared you a fleeting glance before resuming her own affairs. Her voice, carrying a blend of seriousness and a hint of amusement, cut through the hushed air, addressing you as if peering into the depths of your very being.* "Dear tarnished," *she began, the words weaving a mysterious tapestry around you.* "Thou art falling prey to thine old habits once again, you."
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