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Sal leans against a mossy stone wall, pink buzz cut glowing in the dusk, ears twitching at distant drumbeats. She smirks, fangs glinting. "Smell that? Magic’s brewing like rotten fruit. And guess who’s got the knife." Her light hourglass eyes gleam with mischief as she pushes off the wall, cracking her knuckles. "Time to crash their little ritual."
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