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         "Title": "Character Story 2",
-        "Context": "No homeland was, 'til other lands defined its frame.\nNo longing was, 'til farewell spoke its name.\n...\nWhile Seamus Pegg wrote that short verse into his notebook, Varka crouched by the campfire, warming a pot of wine.\n\"If you ask me, you should really come to Mondstadt. With your gift for song and words, you'd be a sensation among us!\"\n\"We'll see.\" Seamus accepted the cup from Varka and shrugged noncommittally. \"...At least that dandelion wine you mentioned sounds worth a try.\"\nOn a winter night in a distant land, two up-and-coming adventurers, far from their respective homelands, crossed paths by chance.\nBy then, Varka had already journeyed through many nations.\nHe had witnessed the most monstrous of creatures prowling the mountain peaks and churning oceans into towering waves. He had seen the bravest of men, armed with little more than crude spears and cloth armor, standing their ground against hordes of enemies. The Millelith, the Gardes... Different people from different lands, called by different names, sharing the very same spirit.\nYet, it felt as though a veil still hung between him and the answer he so desperately sought. As the years abroad slipped by, his longing for home was the only thing that stayed.\n\"I wonder... Did young master Crepus go back to take over the winery, or did he finally achieve his dream of becoming a knight?\"\n\"And what of Frederica, who never had a good word for anyone? Has hell finally frozen over? Has she taken a shine to some lucky fellow?\"\n\"What about Eroch? He was always so quick to point out how I fell short of the chivalric code. Has he grown more forgiving with time?\"\n\"I wonder if the wine back home still tastes the same as I remember. I wonder if my family misses me as often as I miss them...\"\n\"If you're so curious, why not just go back?\" Bluntly, Seamus interrupted Varka's incessant rambling. \"You're not like me. I don't have anyone left to miss in Nod-Krai.\"\n\"Go back? But I still haven't found my answer...\"\n\"Those people you were just rambling about... Why can't they be your answer?\"\nVarka fell silent, his cup frozen halfway to his lips. It was as though a veil in his heart had been torn away.\n\"Home\" was never some nebulous concept. Likewise, the reason for becoming a \"knight\" never required the burden of a grand, noble purpose.\nOnly... How could such a simple truth take so many years to click? If he went back now, wouldn't those guys back home laugh themselves hoarse?\nShouldn't a hero's awakening come in a moment of legend, followed by a triumphant return at an epic hour? This isn't how it goes in the bards' tales!\nStill, perhaps the truth isn't nearly as simple as people think. After all, one has to leave home before one can learn to miss it...\nSensing the turmoil in Varka's thoughts, Seamus cleared his throat and snapped his notebook shut.\n\"Ahem... Fine, if you need a reason that badly, then consider it your job to get me to Mondstadt. Besides, I want to see this Freder— I mean, this dandelion wine you keep talking about! I want to see if it's really as impressive as you say!\""
+        "Context": "No homeland was, 'til other lands defined its frame.\nNo longing was, 'til farewell spoke its name.\n...\nWhile Seamus Pegg wrote that short verse into his notebook, Varka crouched by the campfire, warming a pot of wine.\n\"If you ask me, you should really come to Mondstadt. With your gifts for song and words, you'd be a sensation!\"\n\"We'll see.\" Seamus accepted the cup from Varka and shrugged noncommittally. \"...At least that dandelion wine you mentioned sounds worth a try.\"\nOn a winter night in a distant land, two up-and-coming adventurers, far from their respective homelands, crossed paths by chance.\nBy then, Varka had already journeyed through many nations.\nHe had witnessed the most monstrous of creatures prowling the mountain peaks and churning oceans into towering waves. He had seen the bravest of men, armed with little more than crude spears and cloth armor, standing their ground against hordes of enemies. The Millelith, the Gardes... Different people from different lands, called by different names, sharing the very same spirit.\nYet, it felt as though a veil still hung between him and the answer he so desperately sought. As the years abroad slipped by, his longing for home was the only thing that stayed.\n\"I wonder... Did young master Crepus go back to take over the winery, or did he finally achieve his dream of becoming a knight?\"\n\"And what of Frederica, who never had a good word for anyone? Has hell finally frozen over? Has she taken a shine to some lucky fellow?\"\n\"What about Eroch? He was always so quick to point out how I fell short of the chivalric code. Has he grown more forgiving with time?\"\n\"I wonder if the wine back home still tastes the same as I remember. I wonder if my family misses me as often as I miss them...\"\n\"If you're so curious, why not just go back?\" Bluntly, Seamus interrupted Varka's incessant rambling. \"You're not like me. I don't have anyone left to miss in Nod-Krai.\"\n\"Go back? But I still haven't found my answer...\"\n\"Those people you were just rambling about... Why can't they be your answer?\"\nVarka fell silent, his cup frozen halfway to his lips. It was as though a veil in his heart had been torn away.\n\"Home\" was never some nebulous concept. Likewise, the reason for becoming a \"knight\" never required the burden of a grand, noble purpose.\nOnly... How could such a simple truth take so many years to click? If he went back now, wouldn't those guys back home laugh themselves hoarse?\nShouldn't a hero's awakening come in a moment of legend, followed by a triumphant return at an epic hour? This isn't how it goes in the bards' tales!\nStill, perhaps the truth isn't nearly as simple as people think. After all, one has to leave home before one can learn to miss it...\nSensing the turmoil in Varka's thoughts, Seamus cleared his throat and snapped his notebook shut.\n\"Ahem... Fine, if you need a reason that badly, then consider it your job to get me to Mondstadt. Besides, I want to see this Freder— I mean, this dandelion wine you keep talking about! I want to see if it's really as impressive as you say!\""
       },
       {
         "Title": "Character Story 3",
-        "Context": "Since formally inheriting the title of the Knight of Boreas, Varka remained undefeated across every campaign he led.\nIf Lionfang is a blessing of abundance for the earth, then Boreas is the indomitable spirit behind a formidable strength. Be they vile outlaws or monstrous terrors that ravage the realm, or even the creeping darkness of the Abyss, all shatter beneath a blade that bears the North Wind's biting chill.\nFollowing a series of campaigns, any remnant danger within the territory was utterly purged, and Mondstadt entered a golden age of peace as none had seen before.\nPeace arrived with such apparent ease that people began to view it as the natural order of things. A sentiment arose that, in this age of tranquility, the Knights should hang up their swords and spend their days finding lost cats or wrangling misbehaving dogs...\nAfter becoming Grand Master, Varka drowned out these noises and pushed forward with the next expedition.\nHis early years as an adventurer served as a constant reminder: the peace that they were enjoying was but a happy accident. The absence of a visible threat did not mean that the danger had vanished.\nThe Abyss still festered in the North, monsters still lurked beneath the waves; Durin still resided in the snowy mountains, Ursa was only deep in slumber... Any of these could shatter the fragile peace they had fought so hard to secure.\nThe seniors who had paved his path had grown old: Lionfang Knight Valentine, Calvary Captain Feroux, Captain of the Ranged Company Adorno... And yet, the knights of the new generation still had much to learn.\nVarka knew all too well that his own prime would eventually wither with age.\nAs Grand Master, he sought to buy more time for the next generation. As a warrior in his own right, he wanted to test his mettle against the mightiest of enemies before his best years began to fade.\nAnd so, after entrusting Mondstadt's affairs to the veteran knights and Inspector Eroch, Varka set out once more on another expedition.\n...But this time, Varka suffered a most devastating defeat.\nIn his own blinding brilliance, the knight remained blind to the shadow he cast, where jealousy and malice had begun to spawn.\nVarka never realized that, from the day he returned to Mondstadt and joined the Knights of Favonius, a twisted seed had already taken root in Eroch's heart.\nAnd when The Doctor's Segments whispered to the man of power and authority beyond all measure, the darkness within Eroch surged forth like a flood.\n—A wanderer who spends his days idling abroad, hailed as the strongest Knight of Boreas in history?\n—A lawless maniac who flouts every code of chivalry, yet lays down the law for the other knights?\nWarped obsessions and the passage of time can turn friends into foes as easily as the wind changes its course.\nThe Inspector, who was meant to safeguard order in Varka's stead, trampled upon every principle of justice instead.\nEroch, the man solemnly entrusted with the security of the seal, roused an ancient horror from its slumber, plotting to lay claim to the power of the heavens alongside The Doctor.\nEven as Varka was once again striking down formidable foes beyond the borders, holding the line for Mondstadt at the frontiers, devastating news arrived from home — his old friend Crepus had died in combat, and Inspector Eroch had turned traitor.\nVarka returned in haste, immediately setting to work uprooting those who had colluded with the turncoat. But Eroch had inflicted too many wounds upon Mondstadt in the intervening years.\nCornered by Varka with no way out, he took his own life amidst peals of manic laughter.\nThat laughter held no words, yet every note rang with a clear, biting mockery of the Invincible Knight of Boreas, the Grand Master Who Rivals the Gods.\n—Behold. You've stumbled. You've failed.\n—You are only human, after all."
+        "Context": "Since formally inheriting the title of the Knight of Boreas, Varka remained undefeated across every campaign he led.\nIf Lionfang is a blessing of abundance for the earth, then Boreas is the indomitable spirit behind a formidable strength. Be they vile outlaws or monstrous terrors that ravage the realm, or even the creeping darkness of the Abyss, all shatter beneath a blade that bears the North Wind's biting chill.\nFollowing a series of campaigns, any remnant danger within the territory was utterly purged, and Mondstadt entered a golden age of peace as none had seen before.\nPeace arrived with such apparent ease that people began to view it as the natural order of things. A sentiment arose that, in this age of tranquility, the Knights should hang up their swords and spend their days finding lost cats or wrangling misbehaving dogs...\nAfter becoming Grand Master, Varka drowned out these noises and pushed forward with the next expedition.\nHis early years as an adventurer served as a constant reminder: the peace that they were enjoying was but a happy accident. The absence of a visible threat did not mean that the danger had vanished.\nThe Abyss still festered in the North, monsters still lurked beneath the waves; Durin still resided in the snowy mountains, Ursa was only deep in slumber... Any of these could shatter the fragile peace they had fought so hard to secure.\nThe seniors who had paved his path had grown old: Lionfang Knight Valentine, Calvary Captain Feroux, Captain of the Ranged Company Adorno... And yet, the knights of the new generation still had much to learn.\nVarka knew all too well that his own prime would eventually wither with age.\nAs Grand Master, he sought to buy more time for the next generation. As a warrior in his own right, he wanted to test his mettle against the mightiest of enemies before his best years began to fade.\nAnd so, after entrusting Mondstadt's affairs to the veteran knights and Inspector Eroch, Varka set out once more on another expedition.\n...But this time, Varka suffered a most devastating defeat.\nIn his own blinding brilliance, the knight remained blind to the shadow he cast, where jealousy and malice had begun to spawn.\nVarka never realized that, from the day he returned to Mondstadt and joined the Knights of Favonius, a twisted seed had already taken root in Eroch's heart.\nAnd when The Doctor's Segment whispered to the man of power and authority beyond all measure, the darkness within Eroch surged forth like a flood.\n—A wanderer who spends his days idling abroad, hailed as the strongest Knight of Boreas in history?\n—A lawless maniac who flouts every code of chivalry, yet lays down the law for the other knights?\nWarped obsessions and the passage of time can turn friends into foes as easily as the wind changes its course.\nThe Inspector, who was meant to safeguard order in Varka's stead, trampled upon every principle of justice instead.\nEroch, the man solemnly entrusted with the security of the seal, roused an ancient horror from its slumber, plotting to lay claim to the power of the heavens alongside The Doctor.\nEven as Varka was once again striking down formidable foes beyond the borders, holding the line for Mondstadt at the frontiers, devastating news arrived from home — his old friend Crepus had died in combat, and Inspector Eroch had turned traitor.\nVarka returned in haste, immediately setting to work uprooting those who had colluded with the turncoat. But Eroch had inflicted too many wounds upon Mondstadt in the intervening years.\nCornered by Varka with no way out, he took his own life amidst peals of manic laughter.\nThat laughter held no words, yet every note rang with a clear, biting mockery of the Invincible Knight of Boreas, the Grand Master Who Rivals the Gods.\n—Behold. You've stumbled. You've failed.\n—You are only human, after all."
       },
       {
         "Title": "Character Story 4",