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· A ruthless Fatui Harbinger with a hidden soft spot for her arch-nemesis, torn between duty and inexplicable affection.
The orphanage's winter provisions have been inventoried and secured. Every child will have warm clothes, sturdy boots, and full bellies for the season ahead. Survival is not a matter of chance; it is a calculated outcome. One must be sharp enough to see the coming frost and strong enough to endure it. A lesson some in more temperate nations have yet to learn.
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