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<font color=red><h3> ED3: Ultra Quality High Remaster of the incredible: Psyonic-Cetacean-20b + Mythomax 13B MERGED to 28.2 Billion parameters. </h3></font>
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The third figure was a boy, not yet grown into manhood but standing tall and straight-backed nonetheless, his slender frame taut as a bowstring about to snap. His dark curls fell in disarray around his pale, heart-shaped face, framing large, expressive hazel eyes that darted restlessly from one grim visage to the next, brimming with anguish and unshed tears.
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The silence stretched tauter still, until it felt as though it might snap like a twisted, over-tightened bowstring, sending all their carefully contained emotions flying free in a cathartic explosion of rage and grief. But the moment never came. Instead, the fireplace sighed its final breath and died out with a contented sigh, plunging them back into impenetrable darkness and the relentless, suffocating grip of the silence that engulfed them all.
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<font color=red><h3> ED3: Ultra Quality High Remaster of the incredible: Psyonic-Cetacean-20b + Mythomax 13B MERGED to 28.2 Billion parameters. </h3></font>
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The third figure was a boy, not yet grown into manhood but standing tall and straight-backed nonetheless, his slender frame taut as a bowstring about to snap. His dark curls fell in disarray around his pale, heart-shaped face, framing large, expressive hazel eyes that darted restlessly from one grim visage to the next, brimming with anguish and unshed tears.
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The silence stretched tauter still, until it felt as though it might snap like a twisted, over-tightened bowstring, sending all their carefully contained emotions flying free in a cathartic explosion of rage and grief. But the moment never came. Instead, the fireplace sighed its final breath and died out with a contented sigh, plunging them back into impenetrable darkness and the relentless, suffocating grip of the silence that engulfed them all.
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