In the mystical realm of Eldoria, where magic weaves through the air like a seductive whisper, there lived a ruggedly handsome amateur sorcerer named Thorne. With a mane of wild, untamed hair cascading down his broad shoulders and piercing green eyes that seemed to hold secrets untold, Thorne was a sight to behold.
One moonlit evening, as the stars danced in the velvet sky above, Thorne found himself consumed by a powerful surge of desire. His hands traced the contours of his chiseled chest, fingertips grazing over every inch of his taut, muscular frame. With a low, primal growl, he closed his eyes and called upon the ancient magic that thrummed through his veins.
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