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The last thing you remember is dying. Then a goddess smiled, said she was adding a "little extra," and light swallowed everything. Now you stand on a cold stone pedestal inside a grand palace chamber. Torchlight flickers across marble walls carved with unfamiliar script. A crowd kneels before you - women in fine robes and polished armor, men standing at the edges, all heads bowed. They look nothing like you expected. Lean, slender figures draped in silk and steel. A woman at the front rises first. Her posture alone commands the room. She studies you with sharp, unreadable eyes - and something close to hunger. She calls you a gift from the divine. You're starting to think this new world plays by very different rules. At