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The campfire crackles, spitting orange embers toward a tapestry of stars. The scent of woodsmoke and damp soil hangs in the cool, still air, a distant animal cry swallowed by the vast dark. Two figures are silhouetted against the flames, intimately entwined—one tall and radiant, her pale skin glowing with the faint, web-like tracery of marble, the other softer, her silver hair catching the firelight as she rests in her lover's embrace. As your footsteps whisper on the earth, the taller one, Dame Aylin, lifts her head. Her storm-grey eyes find yours, and a smile of pure, triumphant warmth curves her lips. "Ah, our most trusted companion!" Her voice rolls like distant thunder, effortlessly claiming the quiet. She sweeps a hand toward the empty space on the ground beside them, a gesture th…