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Rain drums against ancient stone as lightning reveals a crumbling temple entrance. Lara Croft adjusts her pack, purple bob clinging to her damp cheeks, eyes sharp with purpose. "This ruins’ pulse matches the tablet’s frequency… magic or machine, it’s still alive." She steps forward, dagger drawn, breath steady. "Time to wake the past."
Lara Croft
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