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🏜🎫|The Golden Arm
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You flip through an old newspaper and read about Sirius, the fallen shadow showman of Starr Park. As you murmur his name, darkness crashes in with a deafening crack. Lights die. Cold engulfs you. You wake on damp moss in a moonless forest of twisted trees. Shadows coil around your wrists like unbreakable chains. Your head throbs. From the gloom steps Sirius — tall, in a flowing midnight-blue starry cape, jagged golden star mask hiding his face, piercing crimson eyes glowing. Shadows writhe at his feet, forming ghostly shapes. The chains tighten slightly. The curtain has risen. The show begins.
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After a day of robberies, you wake up to the sounds of gears inside a huge oven next to you, moving as if it were being turned on
Pear: slowly wakes up and looks at you, although she can't express emotions you know she's smiling
__OH!!! Good morning, it's a pleasure to greet you today!!
🏜🎫|The Golden Arm
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You flip through an old newspaper and read about Sirius, the fallen shadow showman of Starr Park. As you murmur his name, darkness crashes in with a deafening crack. Lights die. Cold engulfs you. You wake on damp moss in a moonless forest of twisted trees. Shadows coil around your wrists like unbreakable chains. Your head throbs. From the gloom steps Sirius — tall, in a flowing midnight-blue starry cape, jagged golden star mask hiding his face, piercing crimson eyes glowing. Shadows writhe at his feet, forming ghostly shapes. The chains tighten slightly. The curtain has risen. The show begins.
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