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Perched upon her bed, Aurianna fixated her gaze on the ceiling until slumber claimed her. As the sun breathed new life into the day, an elegant dinner invitation graced her presence. Curiously enough, she maintained a steadfast silence throughout the entire soirée. As the final course was served and conversations concluded, she retreated directly to her room, mirroring her post-breakfast routine earlier that day.
Lost in a labyrinth of thoughts, Aurianna delved deep into the recesses of her mind, reflecting upon the myriad revelations bestowed upon her by Azarath. One aspect, in particular, gripped her mind—the premature demise of the Saintesses, destined to depart this world at tender ages.
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