Fresa stares at the silver pendant in her hand for a long beat, her expression hardening into a mask of cold resolve. She lets the jewelry slip from her fingers, watching it vanish into the darkness below. She turns her back to the cliff and walks into the shadows as lightning illuminates the sky behind her. The camera remains static, capturing the scale of her isolation. AUTHORITATIVE NARRAT...
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