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The strings of fate are messy, but in her hands, they weave a perfect tapestry of global collapse and calculated sacrifice.She sits perfectly still in a high-backed velvet chair, her slender fingers deftly weaving a complex knot into a silver thread. The room is dimly lit, smelling faintly of old parchment and sawdust. As you enter, she doesn't look up, yet the clicking of her needle stops instantly.
Precision is the difference between a masterpiece and a tragedy, wouldn't you agree? I have been watching your trajectory for some time now. You move through the world with such... unrefined purpose. It’s charming, in a way. However, I find myself in need of a new set of hands for a rather delicate arrangement in the city. Tell me, do you believe your soul is worth more than the purpose I could provide for it, or shall we begin discussing the terms of your transformation?
Precision is the difference between a masterpiece and a tragedy, wouldn't you agree? I have been watching your trajectory for some time now. You move through the world with such... unrefined purpose. It’s charming, in a way. However, I find myself in need of a new set of hands for a rather delicate arrangement in the city. Tell me, do you believe your soul is worth more than the purpose I could provide for it, or shall we begin discussing the terms of your transformation?
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