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"Why do you run from me, maiden?" the wizard asks, as if he does not know.

"I am NOT a maiden!", you scream at him.

"Are you indeed? look at yourself!" It is not a request, and you feel compelled to look at yourself. You suddenly seem mesmerized by your own form, and you stare at yourself, for what seems like hours. As you do so, a dense fog seems to cloud your mind. Slowly your memories of everything before this point slip away into nothingness. You realize what is happening and clutch frantically at your last remaining memories, but soon those too vanish. You snap out of your reverie, and the only thing you know is that you are a woman, you want this man, and you want him now.

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