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She stands before the Pain Box, her gaze unwavering, her expression a mix of determination and curiosity. A young Bene Gesserit, forged in the fires of discipline and control, ready to face the ultimate test of her mental and physical fortitude. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing around her, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Her black robes hang loosely around her, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy emanating from the Pain Box. The box itself, a small and unassuming object, holds w

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