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Prompt: "Yet, deeper still, your allegiance frays, Scions return, a veil upon loyalty's haze." More trembling, more consistent, as if something was watching and was deeply displeased. If one listened carefully, through the tremors of the earth, one would hear grumbling.
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"Yet, deeper still, your allegiance frays, Scions return, a veil upon loyalty's haze." More trembling, more consistent, as if something was watching and was deeply displeased. If one listened carefully, through the tremors of the earth, one would hear grumbling.
"Yet, deeper still, your allegiance frays, Scions return, a veil upon loyalty's haze." More tremb... [more]
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