Placeholder: Ah, the tale of the curly damoiselle with a braid, wrapped in a blue scarf, standing proudly with a torch in hand alongside a stone wood with an enchanteur. A scene straight out of the legends of the round table, where bravery meets magic in a dance as old as time itself. Ah, the tale of the curly damoiselle with a braid, wrapped in a blue scarf, standing proudly with a torch in hand alongside a stone wood with an enchanteur. A scene straight out of the legends of the round table, where bravery meets magic in a dance as old as time itself.

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Ah, the tale of the curly damoiselle with a braid, wrapped in a blue scarf, standing proudly with a torch in hand alongside a stone wood with an enchanteur. A scene straight out of the legends of the round table, where bravery meets magic in a dance as old as time itself.

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