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Two sparkly gems
in a patch of furry black night that weaves and stalks about. A low hum raised from within, the purr of contentment, but near silence. Few dare to walk in its way in fear of charms and mystic powers. Into dark corners and across rarely-traversed paths, the feline patrols its domain.
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