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She hasn’t spoken since you refused the Brand of Candor.

She smiles. It’s the first time you’ve seen it in this run. It’s worse than her silence. Reincarnated in Submission -v0.4.5b- -Aedryssian-

She leans closer. Her breath smells of ozone and clove. She hasn’t spoken since you refused the Brand of Candor

Aedryssian finally turns.

You have three options. The game offers them in its familiar, bracketed font. her back to you

The air tastes of petrichor and rust. You kneel on the cold, veined marble, the chain linking your wrists to the floor rings humming with a low, subsonic thrum. Aedryssian stands three paces away, her back to you, the long, pale silk of her hair unmoving despite the phantom wind that twists through the dead garden below.