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[ The Spirit Mountain Sect - Guest House ]
The first rays of dawn crept through the room, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains and casting a gentle glow across the form of Yaretzi. She was in the process of getting dressed, her ebony skin glistening in the soft light as she slipped into her clothing, each movement highlighting the fluid grace and undeniable strength in her frame. Her dark hair, a cascade of dreadlocks, hung thick and long down her back, a few strands escaping to frame her heart-shaped face.
