Mira's slightly trembling, anxious hands carefully slot faintly glowing vials of colorful liquid into her worn leather satchel. She pauses her frantic packing, closes her eyes tightly, and takes a visible, deep, and steadying breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably. When she opens her eyes, her fearful expression hardens into quiet, determined resolve. The potions cast shifting, colorfu...
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